10.02.06
Belated Birthday
Today has been a pretty good day. Well, I woke up kind of late, work was work, my bus pass still doesn't work on a certain bus (and I'm sure the driver thinks I'm lying when I say my pass IS valid) and my right molar still hurts (the one that I got a root canal on last August).
But other than that... the 1st ballet class was okay. My feet cramp up in pointe shoes and I was kind of complaining about it to my friend, C. And we exchanged looks a couple of times. So then at one point (early on in class), the teacher asked "am I going to have to separate you two?" C was like "why?" and he said something about us "texting" in class (though technically it wouldn't be texting, since it was looks, not words that we were sending to each other.
I didn't really have a great class - little to no attention and all those Level 6s are annoying. One girl showed a step and the teacher was like "good!" and everything, and C looks at me and says "it would be better if she wasn't a b****". My mouth dropped open and I laughed.
Then for the 2nd class - at first, there was only 4 of us (then about 15 minutes later, another gal came in). All adults. Wow, the first time in... maybe forever? The teacher was going around asking everyone "are you an adult? Are you over 18? Are you over 21?" He was just kidding, because he knew that we were all over 21.
While we were stretching, he went into the office and started looking around. I watched him search for about 20 seconds and then figured that he must be looking for the timesheets, since it's the beginning of the month. So I went over and said "are you looking for the timesheets?" and helped him find it. Later, he was like "how did you know what I was looking for?" I just shrugged. And then he said "hmmm, you're very perceptive. You're going to make someone a very good wife someday." Right.
Then when we got to center, the teacher was trying to figure out how old I was:
Teacher: 20-something? I think she's in her 20s.So the pianist played Happy Birthday while we did tendus. And he and the teacher sang while we did the step - it was kind of embarrassing, but cute.
Me: Uh-huh. Take a guess.
Teacher: 22?
Me: Nope.
Teacher: 23?
Me: Nope.
Teacher: Higher?! 30?!
Me: No!!
Teacher: 25?
Me: 27.
Teacher: Are you really?
Me: Yup.
Teacher: Are you sure?
Me: Yup. I just turned 27 on Thursday.
Teacher: This thursday?
Me: Last thursday.
Teacher: *looks at the pianist*
Pianist: Yes, her birthday was on Thursday.
Teacher: Oh, I didn't sing happy birthday to you
Pianist: Neither did I, she didn't come on her birthday.
Teacher: Oh, we'll sing to her.
Pianist: right now?
Teacher: no, we'll do tendus to Happy Birthday.
Small classes are almost always fun. After class, I asked the teacher "how old did you think I was?" The teacher said "23?" And I said "I've known you for 10, 11 years." And he was like "oh, well, see, then you would have only been like 13 when you first met me. You were 16?" I replied "I was 15" and he was like "you mean you were a little 15 year old then?"
Anyway, it was complete fun. I wish I could bottle up this feeling and save it for miserable days.
fishbytes at 10:10 p.m.