Wowzers

Wow, I don’t remember ever feeling this good coming out of class before. It wasn’t like class was extraordinarily special, I did well enough, but by no means was I killing it. Maybe I was just happy to be back in class after our long ass break. Or maybe I should just be happy to be happy and not try to look for any deep and profound meaning.

I have come to realize that this is my favorite class out of my three, possibly soon to be two classes a week (stupid adult responsibilities). The ‘Teach is one of the best instructors I have ever had, it’s hard to say why she is so good, she just is. Again, do I really need to analyze just why she is so good, or should I just be happy I found her class and make the most of this opportunity.

She is the one who has incouraged me to try pointe, and has gone beyond what is expected of a ballet teacher to help me with this exciting aspect of my ballet experience. In many ways I feel the same excitement I did when I first found ballet all those years ago when I was was just barely old enough to be called an adult beginner, I guess technically twenty-five counts as an adult. Every class was new and exciting, there was something new to learn every week, and there was something new and exciting to screw up every week as well.

So what I’m doing now isn’t quite Ballerina Class©, but it is close enough for me right now. Barre today en tippy toes wasn’t quite as challenging as it was before the break. The wobbly leg syndrome with occasional bouts of death grip of the barre seems less pronounced. 10cc’s of practice seems to have helped.

I have also developed an overwhelming urge to quit slacking and focus in hopes of improving my dancing. No more half-assed attempts at things I’m iffy about. I’ll ask for corrections and explanations if I’m unsure, I will stretch and work on my splits, I will work on my ankles, I will use the Theraband, I’ll work on my extension, arabesques and pirouettes. I won’t just follow the girl in front of me, I’ll go across the floor first so I won’t be tempted to follow Ms Hot Shot Dance Major… Basically do what I need to do to be the best ballet dancer I can be!!

I ♥ jumps!

So, did we settle on the secret ballet gang sign yet? I’d like to know. While on my way to class and stuck in traffic I spotted a girl from my school in her pink tights and a bun actually walking to class, gasp someone actually walking, weird eh? I wanted to roll the window down and let her know that I too was heading to ballet. But I quickly came to the realization that she has no idea who I was (she’s in a different non adult class) and I’d probably come off as a complete perv. Yelling across two lanes of traffic “You have tights and a bun, I know where your going!” would probably get me dirty looks for sure and probably thrown in jail too. Instead of risking embarrassment and probable criminal charges, I’d could just throw down our sign, she would give me a knowing nod and all would be good.

OK guys, let’s get on this!!