Ballet Squid Chronicles: Friday Morning Intermediate Class
So I’m off to try the Friday morning intermediate class. Tawnee is teaching, so I will probably forget how to dance. Why must I have a Tawnee-specific mental block?
Scratch that. I am wearing my favorite tights, which will endure, and as result I will to be so brilliant and amazing that LB will offer me a corps job*.
If I survive, I shall dutifully report back after.
In other news, I mostly survived my conditioning workout video! I wrote a brief review, which I will post as soon as a convergence of “having my laptop handy” and “remembering” occurs.
Posted on 2014/10/03, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Ha, ha. I could relate! In my skating days I had an ice dance instructor for a brief time (sadly he succumbed to a drug problem and no longer taught anywhere) who gave me nerves like no other. In fact, as soon as I saw him enter the lobby I sat up straighter. Always felt like I had never skated a day in my life when lessoning with him! But he was a great instructor.