Monday, March 12, 2012

Getting used to the pants

Last night... I got there almost in the last moment after a terrible day. I won't get into details, but I was in a very bad mood. Not all were in the medium level class, but it was including the "smart" one. Just seeing her and my mood got worse. I got to change in the ladies room. Although in sundays I don't need a skirt or a dress and it's better I'll stay in pants - but there is a shirt that I prefer to wear while I dance and it's better to wear a pants which are not jeans (which I usually wear). The cleaning man was there. Great, from running away from studio for not changing around a man - I got to change near a rude man. I got into a sell. The fat woman got in as well but not for changeing. She doesn't have a problem to change in public. She got into a sell after she saw me do it. The floor was flooded in cleaning thing which is great for killing germs, but it kills also everything around and has a horrible smell. A bit more for my mood. My jeans touches a bit in this bleach... I got my clothes into the bag and got back to the studio. The fat woman needs to work on her hygiene. It wasn't the first time I see that she doesn't always wash her hands. In the studio when I got out my vest I saw that the bleach made some stains that won't go out from my jeans. When I got it to the bag - it touched my GAP shirt and ruined it. Great... I left it outside the bag for it will get dry. The nice one got there a bit after me. One another even after. Neta let the medium level class notice that they can do it cause they did it themselfs without her and without the Douch girl. Someone else who I learned with before and learn with me on sundays got in and said that people from outside clapped their hands because they saw how great is the dance inside. Our class has started a bit late. The messy kido got in while warming. In our class there weren't many as well. There were few guesses how did it happen. Well, I wasn't perfect but at least it looks like I'm getting used to dance in the pants.I didn't fall this time and felt better doing what I do. Amazing what those classes makes me. After a terrible day and get ruined clothes, and even though there are some girls there that I can't handle - those classes can make me so relax. I started to feel better already in the warming. I didn't absultlly got relax, but it was close. I guess that this is the main reason for keeping those classes in my life. While practicing the girl with hearing problems asked from a girl near me to go closer to the mirror cause she doesn't have a place because of her. Neta sent me to the back for making more space for the disturbing. It didn't help much. The one with hearing problems maybe had more space, but the other one thinks she has all studio to herself and almost got into me. And as it looked like from watching behind - she almost got into everything that moved around her. There was a standing that we needed to practice like men. This girl made it like ballet. Neta told her NOT to do it. The messy kido took it personally. Neta said that we needed to see how ballet she did it - we need to do it like men. And dancing. After once and getting into details - came the other kido. It was almost near the end of class. She said she was in a concert and came right from there. We were waiting for her to wear her flamenco shoes because if she came this way - she diserve that we'll wait for her before well do it again. While this - Neta asked if we're going to see Rocío Molina this week. I said I do, but it couldn't get attention. The kids said they do and started with a little mess for attention (I guess). They said they go together and said when they go. Yeah, the same evening that I will. They took it as an amazing thing because of the hour. Neta asked if anyone goes to the workshop as well. I said to Neta quietly that I do, I already told her. Neta asked the kids if they do too. They said they don't. They had something confused why don't they. Never mind. More quite for me in this class. In the end of class Neta said that she's afraid to give us some new steps for the farruca because it looks THAT good and she doesn't want to ruin it. I said it's getting better all the time, the problem is that everyone can see ALL my mistakes in the pants. Oh, right! Nowhere to hide. I asked Neta if she would come. Neta said she wants to, but she isn't sure if she can. I hope that SHE will come as well...

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