This post serves as a kind-of-sequel to this one.
Wednesday was my first private lesson back of the New Year, and it was also my first lesson without Nick. It seems appropriate, in a painful way. I’ve had lessons without Nick before. Those were called exchange lessons, where students are paired up with a different teacher to increase versatility. This was different. Nick is currently out-of-town. For the sake of the situation, I won’t divulge any details. Clicking on the link to the related post will give you an idea of what is going on. Right now, he’s getting some well-earned rest. I wish him the greatest blessings. All this to say that today’s lesson was slightly painful, a little awkward, but still fun. The pain and awkwardness mostly stem from the fact that I suddenly had to have a lesson with a new teacher that I don’t know too well. His name is Tommy. He’s a great dancer. He’s also very kind and patient. Still, change is hard, and I find I now have to adapt. His physical lead is different, and so is his teaching. He strikes me as a technical teacher, like Nick, but he also emphasizes styling, something Nick didn’t really do. I feel really bad saying this, but I found myself wishing Nick was teaching me during my lesson with Tommy. I guess I’m just feeling kind of sad about this whole situation. I’m trying to be optimistic. The more teachers I dance with, the more I’ll excel as a dancer. Plus, I’ll make a new friend. Things will get better with time…
I was in a pretty somber mood until I went to the Specialty group class later that night. Normally, Nick teaches it, but as I’ve said before, he’s out-of-town. It was dedicated entirely to turns, which I absolutely adore. I do have to make one thing clear: I am both extremely good at turns and extremely inept. If a man leads me into a turn, whether it’s a free-spin or regular turn, I can pull it off well. However, this group class was dedicated to self-powered spins. As in I had to spin entirely by myself. I do have a brief ballet background, which I am extremely grateful for. The thing about ballet is that it sticks like super-glue. I only danced ballet consistently for about eight months, yet my lines, spotting, carriage, and overall muscle tone has improved vastly. However, since ballet is on an unfortunate hiatus, I have been losing practice. My chaînés are a bit messy, and it irks me. All this to say that I’m not as good as self-spins as I thought I’d be. But, Tommy was constantly encouraging me, and it felt great. Thinking back, I felt a little more comfortable with him because there were two other students. At this point, I am rather unsure about this whole situation. I am thankful that we get along, but I can’t help but worry about how this new relationship of mine will work out. I’ll be sure to update if anything notable comes up.
Flummoxed and Slightly-Pained,