Well its official, I am teaching Dance again. Now anyone who has talked to me lately about this subject knows that I was very torn. I had a bad experience in Oregon with the owner of the studio that I taught for, and I guess it left a bad taste in my mouth. But, I missed the students, teaching, and dancing like CRAZY. So I did it, I took a job at a local studio here. I had to choreograph a little something to show, just so they knew I could "walk the walk" and I came to realise a few things in the the process....
1. Although after stretching I can still bring my leg up to my ear, my leaps are NOTHING like what they use to be. I am pretty sure the people downstairs think that we are having an earthquake when I land.
2. Oh how sore this 29 year old body can get after a couple hours of choreographing
3. I love love LOVE to dance so much. I felt like me again
The dance turned out pretty darn awesome if I do say so myself, but you wouldn't know it by my oh so loving fan club of a family. Dan hated the song, I thought he was gonna cry tears of utter despair when I turned on John Mayer's version of "Free Fallin." He gasped, screamed, grabbed his head, and replied "oh how dare he! How dare he ruin this song. He is going to Hell."
I was practicing in the living room with my ipod on when Anthon asks "What are you doing?" (insert his total confusion here). I said "I'm dancing" to which he replied "That is NOT dancing." and walks off. Now Anthon does take dance class so he has a little more pull with his opinion. But all in all it came together and the studio owner loved it. Absolutely LOVED it.
Ok tooting my own horn is over now. Just so you know that the clumsy me still exists, I ran into the wall today as I took the corner to fast down the funeral home hall. Luckily nobody was looking....or where they?
14 comments:
That picture is awesome!! I think that would be such a fun job. I love to dance to, but I can't even come close to dancing like you! But I do admire from a far. I am in LOVE with dancing with the stars this season. I think that would be so fun to learn ballroom dancing. Good luck with the new job. Your gonna rock.
I am excited for you Amy! I will be waiting to read all about your experiences in the studio with your students!
You might need a few ice packs to help you get through the first week or so.
Good for you I am so happy that you get to do what you love!
Sounds like fun. I wish they had adult dance classes. That is the only type of exercise I enjoy and don't care how sore my body is after. Running is for the birds. Well that would be flying, but whatever.
Way to go Amy! That is awesome that you get to teach! I went back and danced last year and had a blast, now Christina is our little dancer!
Once again, I read and you deliver the perfect amount of humor I need! I love your ambition, but you better not stop that P90X, dancing does not count for a looong 90 min. of yoga. Then again I have no place to talk, because I have been a slacker.
Amy...Good for you I am going to miss dance SOOO much when it's over I don't know what I'll do with myself.
Way to go! That will be awesome. Hey, where's the Ty post? I really liked it.
ask dan where it went (insert eye roll)
Yay for you! That sounds like so much fun and great for you!
that is great, do you take little ones i am looking for somewhere for Madison to start!
Amy,
I just have to say how happy for you I feel. And kind of...how jealous. Jealous on several levels. (Because that's just how I am)
Level #1-I always wanted to be a dancer. And alas, I am not. Partly because I take too long to memorize coreography...and partly because giant bosoms are not condusive to the art of dance. Bummer.
Level #2-I know what it feels like to have a hobby and passion for something that just hasn't fit in your life. I am really glad you've found a way!! (Glad is a synonym for jealous...right??)
I also love that you were doing coreography in your living room...and that Anthon was NOT impressed. LOVE IT!!
Congrats! I hope it's everything you want...and more!!
Congrats on your new job!
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