Introduction

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So I wanted this story to be a full year of journaling (hopefuly I remeber to update frequently all year) but I started a little late so we'll see how this goes.

Before I start the actual "story" I should probably go over how my ballet training works:

I have 3ish teachers. The 2 regular teachers are let's say, (Miss) Kimmary and (Mr.) Jacob. They teach most of the classes alternating between which groups they teach depending on the day of the week. No one really knows the story of Kimmary and Jacob. Are they married? Who knows, they both have wedding bands but have different last names and drive 2 different cars to get home. Do they live together? Probably but it's questionable agian, they drive 2 cars to get home (where ever that is). But one thing is for sure, they argue like an old married couple all the time. My 3rd (sort of) teacher is named um...(Mrs.) Arrian. Her son was forced to do dance at my company a while ago and has gotten really good. Arrian works the most with the little kids and subs for Kimmary and/or Jacob when they are sick or something else is happening. Arrian also does the class sometimes because Jacob likes to show off and join the class on random days.

I would normaly do dance for an hour and a half on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursadys, Fridays, and Saturdays. Now, classes are optionaly online (you can go into the studio with a mask and do the class in person or do them over Zoom) and I do all of them from home with a chair and a special floor my parents got so I could do pointe work without destroying my pointe shoes. For most of 2020, I have not had any motivation to dance and have been in a terrible mindset to do a lot of things so I haven't really been doing a whole lot of anything to stay in shape. I'm hoping this year will be better and inviting you to join me on my journey!

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