The Adventures Continues: Ballet 1 - On A Ballet Streak

Don't you hate when you're almost done with something and then something in your computer 'unexpectedly quit'?


Forty minutes of uninterrupted typing - POOF!


And of course, NOW I realize there's a SAVE NOW button on the bottom of this damnable page!!


UGH!!!


So here's the short and sweet version of the 40 minute song:


Class on Sunday morning: Missy taught - smiles a lot, long combinations, lots of confusion. Convinced me to go to her Tuesday morning class.


Class on Monday evening: MDB taught - smiles a lot, slight southern accent, a little confusion, very demanding, never satisfied, but my favorite teacher nonetheless. She refrained from screaming TOUCH IT when we were practicing port de bras, but made us do it again and again. She also wanted us to do our arms properly during our echappes. I'm behind on this because for the first 6 months of class I couldn't do jumps at the center, I could only do them at the barre - while HOLDING the barre.
Menty: Did our feet move?
Physie: Check
Menty: Did our arms move?
Physie: Check
Side Bar: I think we are ahead of the game then
Menty: Me too


Class this morning: Missy omitted that a sub would be teaching today. I was slightly perturbed but David was at the desk, SCORE! I love David - not just because he's a high school friend - but he KNOWS how to run the desk! You walk up, he smiles, asks the necessary questions, takes payment, registers you, sends you on your way - takes next person. When it's a 'Not David' - it runs a little more like - you walk up, he or she looks at you and does a slow blink, YOU ASK the NECESSARY questions, she/he figures out how to take payment, registers you and you ask where you should go to take class.


By the way, if I get published and go on Oprah, David is going. He's on the list. Oh yes, there is a list!


The sub is my height, half the weight of my whole right side, wearing a velvety black leotard and black dance pants. Insert deep sigh.  She doesn't know I have issues with my left knee, or buritis in my left hip so I must endure another new teacher explaining how I need to get ON TOP of my left supporting leg so I don't bend my right on, etc, etc. And while I need to constant reminding so that I pay attention to it, I can't focus on my hip, the combination and the arm moves at the same time. I don't bitch or even do a mental eye roll, I nod, take my correction and focus.


When she gives us a long, complicated frappe combination, I ask a question for clarification. She answers my question and says: So you got it?


And I say yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to get it right. Everyone laughs because we all KNOW it's true.


I make it through this class without feeling like a complete moron and I don't beat myself up about messing up.


And then I noticed something, I don't need war paint and belly dance pants for ballet class anymore. I haven't been doing the evening touch ups or the morning smear campaigns. I'm enough without those things. :)