What Was That?
A brief conversation with a student during my office hour.
Student: So, what did you do over the weekend?
Me: Oh, you know, pretty much the same thing I do every weekend.
Student. Like what?
Me. Hmm, well, (mumbling as I’m known to do) ballet Saturday morning, then a bike race, then probably some adult type beverages.
Student. Whoa, what did you say? Did you say ballet, or bike?
Student. Yes? Yes for which one?
Student. Quit mumbling, did you say ballet?
Me. Oh yeah, yes I said ballet.
Student. Oh cool, I didn’t know you did ballet.
Me. I do all things of weird stuff.
Student. Ballet isn’t weird. I started at age 4, I quit when I was at Large State University. I was in my school company too. I just got burned out, I had no free time.
Me. Oh wow!
Student. Where do you go?
Me. Big City Fancy Pants Company School. It’s a great school. I’d go more often if I didn’t have to come here and teach you guys.
Student. Sorry, you can leave, I won’t say anything.
Me. Thanks, but the thirteen other people in your class might not be so acomindating.
Student. (laughing) True, I should get back in, it’s been too long since I quit. Do they have a uniform for open classes. I don’t know where my dance stuff is anymore and I doubt if I could squeeze into my old leotard and tights.
Me. No, people wear some crazy stuff, they don’t really care. One girl only wore the bottom half of her leo once. A week ago some new girl wore jeggings and a hoodie.
Me. Yup! It can be crazy at times.
Oh shit, it’s six, I need to start class.
Long story short, I was in ballet class a few days later and guess who rolls in? If you guessesed Number One Student you would be right. Looks like she found her old shoes and a pair of leggings and did really well for someone who had been out of practice for several years.