Week 1: Winx Club + Ballet Exams
Being a ballet teacher in the months of June and July means exams. My students needed to be ready. I needed to be ready. The principal of my dance school, my boss, was the examiner for my Level 2 ballet exams. In my three years of teaching ballet, the Level 2 ballet exams have been my boss's opportunity for criticism. 'Loren's kids had much better posture than yours.' 'You really need to work on their stretched feet.' 'Your improvisation music was too complex!' This year, she pulled me over at the end of the exams. I braced myself. 'Thank you for working on those Level 2s arms!' Sometimes it's the bad stuff that sticks with me--a splinter in my mind (as coined by my best friend). This time, it was a good splinter. A colourful sprinkle. * When demands and expectations of me are high, the high school Dux inside me shrieks...quietly. She gets quieter every year. After I got a Credit for my excerpt of Mutable Air, Cardinal...