I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love Fridays.
Side note: I use so much hairspray for ballet class, I could stand in the middle of a tornado, and my hair wouldn’t move a millimeter.
The first thing Moriah says when I walk into the lobby: “Hi. I like your pants. Do you have hairspray?”
Of course, I had hairspray.
I am so thankful for Ms. Tina. Every year, on Friday, she kicks Training off with encouragement and prayer. I cannot think of a better way to begin!
Miss Bethanny taught Training 2 and 3 yesterday, which was totally amazing.
Our main focus this year: artistic expression and allegro.
The expression wasn’t too terrible, in all reality. The allegro will come in time, I’m sure. And let’s not forget that Miss Bethanny’s part-time job is magician’s assistant (No, not really, but she’s so talented, we had to wonder….).
After ballet, about half of us dashed over to Studio A for pointe with Miss Mimi. It was great! We were all evaluated, both on flat and on pointe. After that, we started talking about salsa-dancing chihuahuas and Gandalf staffs (“You shall not pass!”).
Another side note: My awesome, amazing, wonderful parents got me trash bag pants for my birthday.
Moriah: “Oh, they’re plastic.”
Aquinnah: “Yes, they’re thoroughly plastic.”
Moriah: “Wait!– THERMAL plastic?”
Aquinnah: “Well, I said thoroughly, but…”
Only at dance.
But I would call that a pretty darn good evening.
Ummm…nylon, not plastic.
Real fake plastic, Mom. Real fake plastic.