Hey. I teach dance.
And if you didn't know that then I don't think you really read my blog. You must be a skimmer and a picture looker. If that's the case then I need to use higher quality pictures to keep you lookers around. My apologies.
Anyways, me being a dance teacher means I work with kids. Shocking, right? Who woulda thunk it?! I mainly teach kids between the ages 2.5-11. But once a week for 2 hours I teach late middle schoolers to early high schoolers. These kids, these precious people, have become my favorites. Shh, don't tell.
Side note: EW. Who says they like teaching high school?! Even in all my education classes in college no one ever said they wanted to teach high school. No one likes going to high school (thanks a lot, Regina George) much less reliving it every day by teaching. So...sorry. I realize I'm crazy in my enjoyment of teaching kids this age.
But these kids! They're so much fun. And they're accountable. They go home and practice their choreography and technique. As a dance teacher, that's really all I ask of my students. Is that too much ya, 3 year olds?? Sheesh.
Just kidding, my baby ballerinas are pretty cute too. They just only remember they get a stamp and glitter. Plies shmlies.
Back to the story. I never thought it was weird that I call my students "my kids" until recently. My high schoolers were complaining about something being hard and I told them to shut their yappers because I teach the same thing to my kids. One of the students excitedly responded with, "YOU HAVE KIDS?!?!" I looked at the poor child like she had just spoken in tongues and was the craziest until I realized... I was the crazy one. Calling my students my kids?
Then I said a quick little thank ya to Jesus that I don't have kids yet and can come home and have a break from the silly little chillun at the end of the day.
Ready for some crappy phone pics?! Sorry, you skimmers, these will have to do for now.
kids students look awesome? They are. Their Bob Fosse performance last night was hot. In these pictures they are probably thinking about how much they love my class. Or something like that.