jimpickles Posted December 24, 2007 Report Share Posted December 24, 2007 In the last two years I've been very lucky to have been able to take classes with one of those wonderful old-school teachers - though she's so fierce that many schools have banned her from teaching the little ones, once you get to know her you realise that everything stems entirely from her enormous passion and commitment to ballet, and her desire for the highest standards - qualities that made her such an outstanding principal dancer in her time. A person with eyes in the back of her head, who can spot an underused muscle from 100 yards, a wonderful mimic of body language - and with a sharp tongue to match. Now, at 70, with arthritis setting in, class sizes falling (she can't afford to advertise), and studio fees rising, she is going to call it a day. Though we sort-of knew it was coming, it was a bit of a shock, but also a shock to realise that I might never cross paths with my class-mates again. Although none of them are or would be personal friends, somehow being in class with some lovely dancers, who I watch all the time in the hope that their body language will subconsciously influence mine (I think it does: it certainly makes me FEEL I'm moving better, and I hope some of that rubs off into actual improvement) makes a special bond. I'm still doing my other classes, and now have the opportunity to look for one more ... but still... I suppose this happens to everyone here all the time, but I just thought I'd express myself ... now I've just got to go and gird my loins, and get on. But thanks for your attention. And best wishes to you all for the Festive Season (isn't that what you call it?). Jim. Quote Link to comment
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