I cried after class today.
I went to Joel Hall today knowing that I wasn't going to be able to do everything. I signed in and saw that the fishbowl was very full. I almost kept my boots on and just walked right back out, but I was already there and this was ballet 1/2. It wasn't Mrs. B's class and I didn't really have any real reason to be afraid. I'd never had class with this instructor and while my overriding desire is always to be comfortable, I know that eventually MDB may not be my teacher forever. I'm going to call this instructor Legs because so far she is the tallest of the female instructors I've ever had at Joel Hall and she's still shorter than me.
I pull out the third ballet barre and with a grand total of 20 people in class, we start. We start with plies (ala MDB style) with first, second, fifth and fourth positions with chambres and circular port de bras. We move into tendus with the switchy feet funny business. We roll through our degages, frappes, rond de jambes and battements along with leg stretches at the barre and on the floor. The combinations (with the exception of the plies) were very different with varying levels of difficulty. I stuck it out.
As we put the barres away, I felt the strongest desire to turn tail and run...again.
Menty: We are doing fine. Nothing is wrong. Nothing has even gone horribly wrong.
Neither Side Bar or Physie have a response. The feeling is still there.
I introduce myself to Legs, let her know that I'm MDB's beginner student and I'm going to brave the floor combinations. I pick a place in the back. The first combination is completely doable. It has tendus in fifth position to the front with a plie, tendus in the back, tendus that cross, and two pirouettes. The second combination is more complicated. Again, I stand in the back. I mock the combination. I try the combination with my group. I am not able to successful handle this combination. The third combination is beyond me. I don't even have the wherewithal to mock it - too many leaps in any combination completely befuddle my mind.
Side Bar: We should probably go now....
Menty: No. We don't have to do every combination. But we should at least try.
Side Bar: We don't even know what the hell is going on?!?!
Menty: We are staying.
I stand to the side. I watch and mock it with my feet but I don't have the confidence to do it. We do jumps with changments and echappes. I do these at the barre. The last combination involves more jumping to which I sit to the side and starting layering on my clothes. My left knee isn't feeling capable of jumps today, but I stayed to the end.
And just like any good echappe - I escaped at the end. I blotted from the room and out the door the minute my boots were zipped. I got in my car and I cried.
I wasn't frustrated. I wasn't angry. I didn't fall down. For all intense purposes, I didn't have a bad class. But I really wanted to do better. I didn't, so I cried.