The Weather Grants A Stay Of Execution

(Adorable, chubby baby tiger is unrelated, but adorable.)

We’re having a kind of ice-snow storm thingy, so the Powers That Be have prudently cancelled morning classes tomorrow to give the road crews time to work their magic.

This means I don’t have to face class with Le Directeur Ancien until next week.

My chicken-flavored heart is partly glad and partly horrified that I’ll have ANOTHER WHOLE WEEK in which to anticipate everything that could possibly go wrong (though also another week in which to get into somewhat better shape).

Possibly it will turn out that I have nothing to fear. The worst he could do is regard me through eyes brimming with the Disappointment of the four hundred years of ballet teachers who came before hi…

Oh, G-d help me.

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 2018/01/12, in adventures, balllet, class notes, life and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. On certain occasions, I have almost prayed for a snow storm or flood to keep me from traveling North to attend a workshop with wonderful-but-somewhat-scary-teacher.

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