Ballet Squid Chronicles: In Which I Can’t Even Even

I guess tonight wasn’t entirely a wash.

They say you’re only learning when you’re making mistakes.

Tonight I must’ve learned a lot.   I was like “MAKE ALL THE MISTAKES!”

My strengths were …  Um, well, my sauté arabesque always looks awesome.   All elastic ‘n’ ballonny and stuff*.

But I think I did literally everything else wrong at least twice.

Oh, I also managed like two good pirouettes out of, I don’t know, maybe a million?   As we’ve established, I can only count to four.  There were more than four.

So, um.   We’ll chalk this one up to experience.  Even Nureyev had bad nights, I’m sure.

*Oh, except got the part where I totally got called out for leaving my shoulder behind. My shoulder was all like, “Dude, just cause Mom makes me hang out with you doesn’t mean I’m not gonna pretend I’m with these other people instead.”

I also did full splits. Both sides. Unexpectedly. My legs were just like, “Oh, do you wanna go all the way down? Okay, no probs.”


About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Neuro-atypical. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

Posted on 2014/09/17, in balllet, class notes and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. But the question is, did you make the same mistakes over and over or did you learn a lot of new things?

    • Good question! I think I made a bunch of different mistakes – correct this, and that other thing would be wrong (or maybe was wrong before, but now I can notice it?)

      Except for the turns. I was making the same basic mistake with the pirouettes (not spotting very well; letting my vote fall apart; letting my arms be crazy), but I think that was a function of being a bit over – tired (which in turn resulted from staying up too late last night – derp!). Well, that and obsessing about the working leg!

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