Ballet Squid Chronicles: Friday Frustration
I did intermediate class today. Survived but was a total mess at Barre. At center, I did alright on some nifty choreography, and then we did little jumps with beats, which I totally killed. It was nice to be able to do something at least!
My lungs protested, though. I am definitely feeling the lack of class. Incentive to get on top of my maths, I guess.
Interestingly, our class was a little more diverse in terms of body types today than it usually is. That was cool. I hope everyone who was here today will keep coming!
Speaking of diversity, it seems that I missed Brian teaching Monday morning class. I couldn’t have done Monday AM class in the first place, but I wish I could have. I would’ve enjoyed seeing how he teaches.
It occurs to me that I have never yet taken a ballet class with a male teacher. It would be dishonest to say that I don’t wonder if taking class with a male teacher would feel different somehow.
Gentle readers, what do you think? Does it feel different to take class with a teacher of the same sex than it does to take class with one of the opposite sex? Or does taking class with a male teacher feel weird somehow because there are fewer male ballet teachers currently teaching? Or is it just, you know, still ballet?
That is one of the things I love about ballet. Different schools and teachers bring different elements to the table, but in the end, ballet is ballet is ballet.
Ha, just realized I left out the frustration part. I am way frustrated by not getting to class as often. I feel like I’m losing ground. I’m trying not to ler it get to me, but you know how it is. You love what you love, and when you feel like you’re slipping at the thing you love doing… Yeah. Frustration.