Woo! We have a dude, again! It's just that they are so rare, you kind of have to celebrate when they show up. And now we all get to bow like ballerinos* at the end of class. Oh yes, my adoring fans, I bow to you like a lady. And YES, the rest of my adoring fans, I nod my head to you and look down my nose upon your worthless selves because I am also a dude, now.
Dudes: we need more of them. Don't worry, guys! We aren't all nervous and judgmental about you! Well, I mean, yeah... so maybe we give your butt a passing glance (JUST OUT OF CURIOSITY, MIND YOU) but we are actually perfectly happy when there is a representative of the other half of the species in the room. Well, no, only if they are in class and jumping around like idiots with the rest of us. Because that boyfriend guy who was taking videos on his iphone last week? Pretty creepy.
PS: RA flare up of amazing proportions going on. There are no words for it. My ankles are officially in on the deal. If I could have saved any of my parts, it would have been them. Class continues, come hell or high water.
*actual word
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Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
Saut de What*
22 students in class tonight! Good grief! Where did they all come from? It was the single largest class I have ever attended at this studio. We made do, but there was a certain amount of careful avoidance of other people's legs involved.
Tonight I finally nailed (once in a while, anyway) saut de basque. I've been struggling with it because apparently you can't teach me a damn thing without a certain amount of struggle. Which is nice, I guess, but seeing me successfully pull it off got my teacher back on the kick of encouraging me to perform. I don't really want to perform! I don't have a head for choreography. You can tell me a sequence of three steps and I will successfully only remember one and a half. Aside from being awkward and shy I simply don't really want to be on stage at this point in my life. That ship has sailed, honey. Let me make some new recital costumes or something, I am good at that.**
I would also like to say: Assemblé and cabrioles? A POX ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!
*see what I did there? Eh? Eh?
**by which I mean that I did all of my struggling with it many years ago. College: it's awesome except that it isn't even at all. There is a lot of coffee involved and you cry a lot because you aren't perfect at everything. OR MAYBE THAT WAS JUST ME.
Tonight I finally nailed (once in a while, anyway) saut de basque. I've been struggling with it because apparently you can't teach me a damn thing without a certain amount of struggle. Which is nice, I guess, but seeing me successfully pull it off got my teacher back on the kick of encouraging me to perform. I don't really want to perform! I don't have a head for choreography. You can tell me a sequence of three steps and I will successfully only remember one and a half. Aside from being awkward and shy I simply don't really want to be on stage at this point in my life. That ship has sailed, honey. Let me make some new recital costumes or something, I am good at that.**
I would also like to say: Assemblé and cabrioles? A POX ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!
*see what I did there? Eh? Eh?
**by which I mean that I did all of my struggling with it many years ago. College: it's awesome except that it isn't even at all. There is a lot of coffee involved and you cry a lot because you aren't perfect at everything. OR MAYBE THAT WAS JUST ME.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Things I Love
After class tonight the actually-really-good-teenager-who-is-only-in-level-3-classes-because-she's-taking-every-single-class-she-can broke away from the rest of us as we headed for the door and spun joyously across the floor in the other direction, all alone. It was incredibly beautiful to watch, just for the absolute feeling of happiness she carried with her as she flew.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Where Has Everyone Been?
It's interesting to see how class size changes over the course of a year. For the past month attendance has been ridiculously low, to the point of there being only two of us in a couple of classes. But, once again, our numbers have swelled to the low teens. We're back to using both portable barres, and breaking down in to groups of four when moving across the floor. Perhaps people were just away on vacation. Perhaps the 107* temperatures weed out the casual students from the more dedicated attendees.
Whatever the cause, I find it interesting to see how the dynamic changes depending on class size. Larger classes are more clique-ish while smaller classes tend to make you pull together out of self-preservation in much the same way you make friends at work or school in spite of your personal differences. After taking several classes practically one-on-one I have found that I am happiest with a mid-size crowd. Maybe 8 students. Then we can break down in to small groups across the floor but still get through everyone quick enough to move on to more stuff. Also, the larger the class the more likely we are to spend a certain amount of time stepping on one another and smashing clumsily in to each other when we suddenly discover that someone inconveniently placed a wall directly in the path of our glissades (how rude!).
At the first studio I attended class absolutely exploded in January. All those new year's resolutions, I guess. My only resolution this year was to not read the comments on online news articles. It has been hard to keep, but I am a much happier person because of it.
Whatever the cause, I find it interesting to see how the dynamic changes depending on class size. Larger classes are more clique-ish while smaller classes tend to make you pull together out of self-preservation in much the same way you make friends at work or school in spite of your personal differences. After taking several classes practically one-on-one I have found that I am happiest with a mid-size crowd. Maybe 8 students. Then we can break down in to small groups across the floor but still get through everyone quick enough to move on to more stuff. Also, the larger the class the more likely we are to spend a certain amount of time stepping on one another and smashing clumsily in to each other when we suddenly discover that someone inconveniently placed a wall directly in the path of our glissades (how rude!).
At the first studio I attended class absolutely exploded in January. All those new year's resolutions, I guess. My only resolution this year was to not read the comments on online news articles. It has been hard to keep, but I am a much happier person because of it.
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