Day Eight: Go to a public location and make a detailed report of what you see. The twist of the day? Write the post without adverbs. Go to a local café, park, or public place and report on what you see. Get detailed: leave no nuance behind.
My schedule this week doesn’t exactly leave room for a solid people watching session in a coffee shop. Rather, I take a look at my evening at work.
“Alright ladies, time for class!”
The class is Combo 1, the first step up from the Creative Dance class. Here, the girls will learn basic ballet and jazz steps, but still have a bit of fun too.
I take a look around the room as my students collect their things. Arwen is clung to her mother’s side, the elastic ties of her ballet shoes dangling from the edge of the bench. Tenise and Mallory are chatting away at the coloring book table, it looks like My Little Pony is the page du jour.
They line up at the door behind me and we tip-toe through the larger studio to get to our space.
This class is usually quiet as mice, to a point that it’s even a little eery. Today was quite the opposite, a change that I welcomed.
I pull out the barre and space out the girls so that they have enough room to move. Tenise on one end, dressed in all black. Her curly hair pops out from her ponytail in all sorts of directions. Arwen sticks in the middle. Black leotard, pink tights, and a black skirt that she twirls to calm her nerves. Mallory takes her place at the opposite end, her the sparkles on her pink skirt glimmering in the light.
We work our way through the beginning of class, plies, tendues, and passes. I ask the girls to repeat the names of each step along with me so that they grasp the terminology.
We move the barre away and head out towards the center of the floor. Time for jumps, a favorite amongst the girls. We talk about the importance of grace in ballet; we don’t want to hear a thump when we land. Eight jumps in first position, eight jumps in second. I tell the girls to shake it out before we repeat the exercise.
At once, the sillies come out. Arwen’s giggle takes over the room as she does a little dance to shake out.
“Arwen!” I joke, “Are you feeling silly today?”
“Yes, Miss Kaitie!” she laughs back. The other two girls join in on the laughs. I look at my student teacher and shrug, we join in on the fun too.
I might have eighteen years on these girls, but I can still break out a silly shake and giggle along with the likes.