Question, when is Big City Fancy Pants Company School not such a fancy pants school? Answer, when they spend millions of dollars rehabilitating a former power plant into the most amazing studio space that you will ever seen but are soon forced to close for three weeks so they can replace each and every mirror in each and every studio because they are all warped, fun house warped.
It was like a carnival fun house at times, you would be gracefully dancing across the floor (I know that ain’t happening, but if I tell myself that enough I might begin to believe it) you glance into the mirror and you’re three feet tall and your feet are five feet wide, or you’re eight feet tall and your arms stretch half way across the studio.
Sorry my dear non-American readers, I don’t normally use the the far superior metric system, I forget just what that would work out to be in meters. The half-assed American public school system gave us a sometimes half-hearted attempt to teach us the metric system, but the teachers (in my school anyway) thought it was pointless/stupid and they went right along using the English system even though the books were designed for metric. It became incredibly hard to figure because the ciriculum was in metric and you would get a mega-crazy answers if you used the English system.
I was like, “You know Mr Six,” yes my math teacher in 7th grade was named Six. “If you flip your ruler over it comes out to something sensible like 12 centimeters, they all come out to reasonable numbers, non of this crazy ass 1 55/230th of an inch or something ridiculous like that.”
“Naww, we’ll stick with inches and pounds here.”
“But the book is all metric, why are you messing with our heads?” I got no answer and was rarely ever called on again. I’ll pause here my dear readers as you wrap your mind around that one. To be the defiant one that I can often be I went ahead and did everything the easy way, metric, and got them counted wrong, not because my answers were wrong, but “I didn’t follow the instructions.”
Ok, got it all figured out? Good, now I’ll continue, I’ve gotten way off topic. So yeah, out they go, a shit ton of mirrors (I’m guessing the metric equivalent would be a metric shit ton?) Now, I know it’s, break a mirror and get what seven years bad luck? What if you are a professional mirror replacer where I’m sure you breaking mirrors all the time. Is there some special clause for them, or are they just totally hosed, and soon will fall victim to all of those years of bad luck they are accumulating?
Anyway, hopefully everything will be up to speed at Big City Fancy Pants Ballet Company School some time next week, and not too many years of bad luck will befall everyone (fingers crossed). ‘Cuz I’ve had my fair share of bad luck of late and I don’t need to add on any more.
FYI, According to the CIA Factbook there are only three, count them three holdouts sticking with the English system; Burma, Liberia and the United States. That’s some pretty impressive company!!