Yesterday I exploded an egg. My saucepan was still full of tomato soup in the fridge, and so I had to improvise ways to get my egg cooked for lunch. I started out by trying to boil it in my frying pan, but when I realised I didn't have a billion years to wait, I decided to try something else. After shelling it, I placed it in the microwave for 20 seconds. No matter how soft boiled it was before this, 20 seconds was definitely too much. A loud bang alerted me to the failure of my experiment, and I was left to wipe out my microwave and scrape the tattered remains of the egg into a container for an extremely well cooked and textured snack.
My hip hop class was a lesson on daggy 90s grooves that were so much fun. Despite not being able to answer the teacher's questions on influential personas of the time and where the moves came from (having only just been born,) was able to have a great time. As we progressed through the different dance style of this era, I became more and more uncoordinated, but was able to keep smiling, and the best part was the cheesy but oh so recognisable music. Sadly I couldn't be quite daggy enough to make it look cool, but since when have 90s kids ever looked cool?
In latin we continued to explore jive, and I had a turn at being both the male and female partner. Lets just say that I make a terribly effeminate male, and a graceless female. It was a lot of fun though, and when I was a female, we learnt a floor trick. Being paired with another small girl, this led to us altering the choreography to make it a little more achievable, and resulted in me rolling awkwardly to the floor, butt scooting through my partners legs, an heaving myself back to standing through my super un-flexy back. We definitely weren't the most impressive couple, but I don't think anyone had more enthusiasm than us.
After class I was lucky enough to go and see an amazingly funny musical called The Drowsy Chaperone, and I am unashamed to say that I almost wet my pants watching it. Knowing one of the cast members only made it funnier, and the director (who also played the narrator,) is an absolute genius. I would tell you to go and see it, but the season is already sold out. Too bad for you!
Today I got to try partner tricking in contemporary, giving me the chance to squeal loudly, and be caught in situations that my lack of coordination - when upside down or horizontal - would usually lead to me kissing the floor. It was awesome. I discovered that I am definitely better at being thrown than doing the throwing. My small arm muscles don't really lend themselves to lifting me off the ground in push ups, let alone lifting someone else with power.
Right now, I am having a great time annoying my neighbours by pretending to be African, and singing the opening of The Circle Of Life over and over again. I love the Lion King. I just wish I knew what they were actually saying.
Xx, Little Duck
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