Going to ballet class. Excited. Je vous vois dans trois heures, tweeps!
This is how I said goodbye on Twitter last Thursday. Three hours went by, I got home, and this is what I wrote:
Back from ballet class... with GREAT NEWS. OH-MY-GAWD, OH-MY-GAWD, OH-MY-GAWD, YOU GUYS.
My teacher has invited me to JOIN TOMORROW'S BALLERINA CLASS, aka POINTE CLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
POINTE, POINTE, POINTE, POINTE. I'M GOING TO A POINTE CLASS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!
I haven't been to a pointe class since I was 13. So I've just (re)joined the club of people who like to mangle their feet on purpose!!!
Please note my mental breakdown. It might be serious. Later that day I also had my sentimental moment:
I just wanted to say that... I love you all, ballet tweeps. I'm so happy to be a part of this community where we can share our impressions.
And then, another mental breakdown. This one is a little milder, as I was starting to assimilate the news:
Sorry if I'm a little annoying, but I can't help jumping and shouting in joy! I AM EN POINTE, YOU GUYS.
It seems that when your ballet teacher invites you to try pointe class, you feel everything. Fear, of course, is the order of the day:
But I'm a little worried, because pointe class won't be with my regular teacher. The other one seems a little harsh (?).
Oh my God. I am going to suck so much this afternoon at pointe class.
Then, I got ready (see feet here) and went to pointe class.
And this is the result of it:
Advanced pointe class is serious business, guys. It felt good, but I was doing pointe with 15-17-year-old girls far more talented than me, who could do piqués en tournant without problems. But the good news are that my feet weren't hurting at all!!!
I will go to the academy on Monday again. I will talk to my pointe teacher and to my regular teacher and we'll see what they think about me.
Oh my, I'm dehydrated!!!
I guess my teacher was right (they know us better than we think). I was prepared. I didn’t break my ankles in pointe class.
The problem was the technical level. They should give a pointe class for beginners, because I simply couldn’t follow the steps. Seriously, how the hell do they want me to do a hundred piqué turns EN POINTE in my first class in 8 years? I can't even do them properly in slippers!
Definitely, I could totally go to that pointe class during barre and port de bras. But the diagonals were too much. TOO. MUCH.
Oh, and by the way... I think my ballet teacher just promoted me to intermediate class. Maybe I did something well today, after all? =)
Nope, I hadn’t done anything well THAT day. This is what hapenned yesterday when I went to talk to her:
My ballet teacher had spoken about me with the intermediate teacher before the academic year started.
She told her I was strong, had a good posture, a very fast evolution and could perfectly fit into the intermediate class (and pointe shoes).
She said that last year she could tell I had danced for many years before. In her (translated) own words: “I just had to polish you up a little bit, but now you’re ready”.
So she has definitely invited me to try intermediate level. She said I could be a little lost at the beginning, but she believed I was prepared.
SO I AM HAPPY.
And also sad, because that means that I am probably going to class with another teacher. And I like Mrs. C so much, you guys. Because she’s lovely.
|My super old pointe shoes, which look less crappy with their new ribbons!|