Sometimes I struggle with the laissez-faire attitude that comes with adult classes. Just sayin’. One of the things I always enjoyed about ballet was the fact that it was a little more formal and structured than classes in other forms of dance. This isn’t to say that it’s a dour pursuit. Ballet is still a lot of fun and if we didn’t laugh at our mistakes, well gosh, no one would last past the first class. But… seems like once you stop being a kid no one really cares much about decorum anymore.
And there are times when my patience with the cut-ups is sorely lacking. I get that the people who have been there a while have shared experiences. There are funny little inside jokes and nicknames and antics. That’s fine. But… I’m not looking to be in on the jokes. I came here to learn. I’m trying to get myself back to a certain level. This isn’t my equivalent of the local watering hole where I go hang out because I have nothing better to do on a given night. This is something I take a little seriously. Not a lot seriously, ’cause, well, face it, I’m too old to do much more than prance around in the annual recital. But seeing as I’m paying good money to prance around… how about we save the giggles for after class? Maybe I’ll even join in… I love a good dose of silly once in a while. Just… not when I’m playing ballerina!