Ok I'm fully aware that y'all thought I was cool until reading the title to today's blog. Rest assured that I'm still cool, I'm just quoting/making fun of a t-shirt I saw for sale at a dance competition once. I remember I saw it, laughed to myself, and immediately began to point out the stupid shirt to my friend...I looked down and noticed that she not only liked the dumb shirt, but she liked it so much she paid $15 for it. Go figure...I don't remember what I ended up telling her instead of making fun of her new shirt, but I'm sure I was smooth.
But all that is beside the point. I mentioned that dance is a big part of my life (I think) in a previous post, but since I have nothing pressing to blog about from today yet, and I just got home from teaching a delightful little girl a private lesson, I thought I'd talk about dance. (And she really was delightful, there was no sarcasm intended on my comment). Anyway, I started dancing when I was 3 I guess. I use the term "dancing" lightly, in that I took dance classes starting at the age of 3 and started actually dancing probably around 3rd grade. Poor dance loses a lot of little ones to boredom with skipping and curtseying to music while wearing tights and leotards in those first years. I guess I've always been pretty easy to entertain since I have always, even in the skipping years, been highly entertained in dance class.
My parents were reasonable and let me try everything, of course. I tried my hand at t-ball, but that ended after a season or 2. No one told me when you play t-ball you sweat behind your knees, and that was NOT what I signed up for! Basketball, also short-lived, lasted a little longer than t-ball. I always liked basketball and I was pretty decent at it, but as the Shooting Stars (my basketball team of violet and gold) fizzled out, so did my basketball career. I guess soccer was next. I liked soccer a lot, and was an ever-committed defender for the Cowgirls who later turned into the Burn. (I picked out our jerseys...we were the only team with collars and we looked GOOD). Most soccer games for me were played with a ballet bun on top of my head as I had made a mad dash from Nutcracker rehearsal and changed from my tights to my cleats in the car on the way to my game. I also kicked the ball with my arms in a "low-v", if you will, with my dance hands flexed up. As time went on I grew increasingly afraid of the ball hitting me because, for one, soccer balls have more of a slap effect than a hit and when you mix that and winter tournaments with numb skin...somethin had to give. Soccer gave and I moved on to Junior High Volleyball and cheerleading. I loved Volleyball and still do. As the most awkward, chubby, brace-faced 8th grader you've ever seen, with a haircut just below my ears, I didn't strike anyone as Cheerleading captain. But Cheerleading captain I was. I still don't understand it. Thank God my older sister had paved the way for me by doing the dance team at our school or I might have gone the Volleyball or cheerleading route. (not that anything is wrong with either of those two routes- just not for me)
So now, I like to think I have grown out of my awkward stage...but that's just what I'd like to think. I'm a dance major at Texas A&M with hopes of opening my own studio with my sister in Dallas after graduation. I'm just getting started on the networking and professional side of this business, so I teach privates and group lessons when I'm home in the summer and come home for choreography jobs if I'm so lucky to have them during the year. So if you're in the Dallas area and looking for dance- let me know :)
I'm sure dance will come up again later, as I'm sure I will want to seriously discuss So you think you can dance season 7 (it just kicked off) and other things dance related. Thanks for listening to the babble, dear readers. Dancer or not, do a little jig today, you'll be better for it.
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