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May. 31st, 2003 10:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icepixieHad a very strange dream last night. I had to go back to high school to hand in a report for a dance class. (The only dance class I ever took in HS was part of P.E. in freshman year.) It was on expression in a particular pas de deux of some ballet and a bunch of other stuff, and I hadn't done it, 'cause I'd been too busy with college and I'd forgotten about it. So I was in the dance studio, except it wasn't the dance studio at HS, it was the one at middle school (the floor was grey and smooth instead of dark, uneven, varnished-a-hundred-times wood), trying to make up something for this report I'd forgotten about. And as I was doing this, the room started filling with HS people, and then the dance teacher came in. She was some weird mix of the EVIL dance teacher from HS (HFA-ers: remember Mrs. Lesley? *shudder*) and the slightly-less-evil dance teacher from MS who I'd taken a lot more classes from (Wharton-ites who might be reading this: remember Ms. Saunders?), who started screaming because none of us had remembered to do the report. And then I woke up and reassured myself that, no, I didn't have a report to do for this mythological dance class.
Anyway, those were my crazy dance teachers that put up with at school for five years. Mrs. Lesley was really whacked...we would be stretching in a stradle position (sitting on floor, legs spread out, leaning forward), and she would come sit on your back if she didn't think you were going far enough. I never want to repeat that experience. Glad she got fired after that year. Mwahaha. I don't remember much about Ms. Saunders anymore...nothing beyond cramped dressing rooms (we had dance as part of the regular school day, so we had to change in the middle of the day, usually), endless barre work, laughing at the guys who were forced to take dance and hated it, and her little personal microphone she wore when we were doing tap so she could be heard over twenty kids in tap shoes. Oh, and I remember freaking out a pack of eighth-graders during dress rehearsal for the dance concert when I was a sixth-grader and could still do both kinds of splits with ease. Mwahaha.
My hair has been attacked by clippies. But I like it. Looks pretty cool. I'll have to wear it for the Ball at SC2K3 in August.
Anyway, those were my crazy dance teachers that put up with at school for five years. Mrs. Lesley was really whacked...we would be stretching in a stradle position (sitting on floor, legs spread out, leaning forward), and she would come sit on your back if she didn't think you were going far enough. I never want to repeat that experience. Glad she got fired after that year. Mwahaha. I don't remember much about Ms. Saunders anymore...nothing beyond cramped dressing rooms (we had dance as part of the regular school day, so we had to change in the middle of the day, usually), endless barre work, laughing at the guys who were forced to take dance and hated it, and her little personal microphone she wore when we were doing tap so she could be heard over twenty kids in tap shoes. Oh, and I remember freaking out a pack of eighth-graders during dress rehearsal for the dance concert when I was a sixth-grader and could still do both kinds of splits with ease. Mwahaha.
My hair has been attacked by clippies. But I like it. Looks pretty cool. I'll have to wear it for the Ball at SC2K3 in August.
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Date: 2003-06-01 05:49 pm (UTC)Jessica (