Today I was full of enthusiasm, because I have decided that if I'm going to willingly put myself through pain every day, I may as well learn to love it. As I drove to class, I saw a lady jogging, but her arms were literally swinging up around her ears, and I took this as an omen that enthusiasm is what counts.
We began the day with contemporary, which I had never done before, but was very excited about. After finding out what was required for all the amazing floor work, I would like to put out a classified add. Any girl with nice lean, but extremely strong arms (especially triceps,) I would love to swap you. I can pay you in baking, and then you can have the challenge of strengthening my tiny little arms.
Next up we had break dance tricking, which I was a little apprehensive about, but I was ready to do some cool flips and look like a gangster, or something like that. There was just one problem. Apparently, most basic tricks grow out of the handstand. Which I cannot do. While everyone else was trying out the fancy variations like salutes, holds and elbow stands, I was practising my handstands. And again, if those arms are available, I'll take them.
Tomorrow we start learning how to choreograph, and that makes me laugh a little. Not only do I struggle to execute other peoples choreography with the elegance and control required, but now I have to try to create the moves that I can't do. I guess now at least I can say that awkward was my artistic aim, and then maybe I will get it right for once :)
Well I'm off to sit upside down against a wall for a while,
Little Duck, out.
P.S, If a Sydney driver has their blinker on, it doesn't actually mean that they are going to turn or merge, and just because they don't have their blinker on, does not mean that they aren't going to cut in. Go figure.
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