Hmm, spiders . . .
Mar. 8th, 2003 06:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
melwilThere's a spider (huntsman) in my dad's printer. Every now and then he pops his head out to say hello, but I'm not sure if he's more scared of me, or I'm more scared of him. (I'm big and scary looking, he has those eight scary legs.)
My intermediate ballet class has reached the unlucky number of thirteen. The good part is that nine of the students are over the age of five, know what first and second position of their feet are, and generally, for the most part, follow instructions. In fact, one of them has taken three lessons and is really starting to have a presence when she dances. The problem is that there's four other students who are younger, less disciplined and (sometimes with the help of their parents) slowly driving me mad.
(Random thought - some of these parents drive back and forward from ballet to drop off and pick up several kids. Almost as good as my mum's taxi service - six days a week, 3/4 an hour travel each way)
Today is juniors (hmph), tap (headache land), and jazz . . .
My intermediate ballet class has reached the unlucky number of thirteen. The good part is that nine of the students are over the age of five, know what first and second position of their feet are, and generally, for the most part, follow instructions. In fact, one of them has taken three lessons and is really starting to have a presence when she dances. The problem is that there's four other students who are younger, less disciplined and (sometimes with the help of their parents) slowly driving me mad.
(Random thought - some of these parents drive back and forward from ballet to drop off and pick up several kids. Almost as good as my mum's taxi service - six days a week, 3/4 an hour travel each way)
Today is juniors (hmph), tap (headache land), and jazz . . .
