Scene from advanced class.
We’re preparing for terre-a-terre. JP counts us up and says, “There’s, what, nine of you? So maybe five and four.”
We start arranging ourselves.
From somewhere in the pack, a timid voice pipes up, “Um, there’s ten of us.”
JP pauses for a sec, then says, “Nine, ten, whatever. I can only count to eight, anyway.”
PS: notes forthcoming, but life craziness had intervened. They're on my tablet.
Also, Swan Lake was awesome. Awful lot of, "OMG, that's my teacher!" (Or classmate. Or friend. Or all three.)