The title “dancer”
One more today.
I think I’ve written about this in the past — and I know that at what point we get to call ourselves dancers is a frequent topic of conversation in the Adult Ballet World.
I think JustScott really sums it up beautifully, here — and we can all use a reminder from time to time.
I remember the first time I was called a dancer. My first year taking ballet as a teenager, my first teacher, Sherrie Siebert, told all of us in the class we were dancers.
Only I didn’t feel like it.
I was surprised to be called dancer by my modern dance teacher at the University of Alabama, Edie Barnes, when I went into her officer to inform her I was going to have to drop her class because I cracked my ribs.
I caught me out of the blue. I felt like I just stumbled around in her class.
And I have a lot of respect for her. She took a mediocre dance program that was modern dance-oriented, and turned it into one of the most respected ballet-led programs in the country.
I remember being in class one day a couple of years ago when Mr. O asked the class full…
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