Ballet Squid Chronicles: I Survived Friday Morning Intermediate Class!

And, in fact, it went pretty well!

The class comprised five of us, including PDG, who just did barre, and B, who is always lovely.

I didn’t know the other two ladies, but one drove all the way from Georgetown, IN*, which makes me very glad I live close enough to ride the bus.

Compared to Wednesday’s class, the barre was more challenging, but the centre work was about the same level.   There’s a lot more focus on detail and refinement in this class (he says, having taken it all of once!), though.

We did a rather lovely bit of adagio with all these développés during which, at one point, I totally lost it and almost fell over completely, y’all.   If it was Swan Lake it would’ve been like, “Oh look, that one Swan is drunk.”   Also it would’ve been Bourne’s production or the Trocks (because male Swans).   Come to think of it, drunken swans would fit right in with the Trocks.

We also did a petit allegro thing with glissades, assembles (tons of assembles, omg), jetes, and temps lève.   I would start out with the arms playing along, and then every time they would decide they’d had enough and do it backwards.   Every time.

And then I ran into the piano, just about.   I like to use up the whole floor.  I didn’t think of that when I chose my spot.

In other news, my turns from fifth were uniformly terrible for some reason, though better than they were a couple months ago, I’m sure, but I managed a couple nice ones from fourth and my jumps were mostly pretty (except for random Squid Arms on a couple of sauts de chat).

After, most of us stayed and chatted about arms, which evidently are everyone’s nemesis (file under: Yay!   It’s not just me!).  Tawnee answered my question about what to do with one’s arms for saut de chat, and I feel better informed now.

So there you have it.   Friday morning intermediate class.   I lived and was not so horrible.  Today was one of those days that I find myself thinking, “I can’t wait to see how this all looks a year from now.”

Notes
*I’m assuming Gtown, IN, and not Gtown, KY because the KY one is closer to Lexington, which also has a ballet company with a school.

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About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Getting along pretty well with bipolar disorder. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

Posted on 2014/10/03, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I second that “yay” about it not just being me with the troublesome arms!

    • I’m beginning to think arms are all primadonna-y. Like, they know they’re the stars in much of human life (they reach for things on shelves, open doors, let us write, flag down taxis in places where you can do that, hug our loved ones, etc.) and then they come into the dance studio and the legs are like, “Work with us, arms. We’re in this together.”

      And the arms are all, “Imma let you finish…”

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