When Ghungroos Tinkle

What Happened After...

It started then, my weekly journey to the academy every Saturday evening and Sunday morning.

It proceeded agonisingly slow for a person like me, always enthusiastic to do more. Even with the gentle reminders and encouragement from my teacher that everything would progress with time, I kept feeling impatient.

Life Lesson 1: In a group, you are together. It doesn't matter if we do the same thing again and again. We have to do it until everyone in the group gets it perfectly.

For me, my friends in the class were never a set-back, even though I was waiting for more. If they didn't get the step, we would work together to perfect it.

Even though learning was pretty slow with all of us going through different phases of getting the step right, I never for once considered giving up, the weak-willed and idiotic person that I am.

I am a fast learner, :), and quicky grasp a step. But being a dancer was not, is not, easy, I realised. Memory was important in the complicated steps. So was the body posture, hand gesture, eye movement, and head movement.

It is an amazing amount of self control that dancers exhibit. They control the pain they feel while doing a particularly hard step, ever-striving to broadcast the emotion that the particular piece demands of them.

Practice is the key to everything. Practice everything, and you will be better. Having this drilled in my mind by my teacher evey weekend, but never having actually practiced outside of dance class, I stopped feeling guilty that I hadn't after a while, because I really had no time for anything else as the sudden onslaught of middle school homework hit me.

But we would also pay a lot of attention in class; because it was our loss as a group if we didn't get the step right.

But it's all part of the learning, right?