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I checked out a couple blogposts, great writing!! and this site is so professionally done!
I found this interesting! You may not and most wouldn’t, I know.
” It happened during pointe. BM was correcting another girl’s soutenu turn and he told her not to cling to the barre. She must let go right away. He reinforced this correction by instilling fear in us all. He decreed that the next student to cling to the barre during this particular turn would sit out for the rest of class. So guess what I did. That’s right, I stupidly clung to the barre.
As soon as I started the turn I knew I had made the mistake. But it was too late. I didn’t argue when he told me to sit down. I didn’t even cry.
I cried closer to the end of class when BM was frustrated and fed up with the all of us. No one was working properly. No one was using her brain. No one was being precise with her movements. He said no one in the class would ever be good enough if she does not work properly. Then he looked at me.
Last week I came to BM after class, worried that a specific choreographer whom I LOVE would not chose me for her piece this year. When he asked why, I confessed that I don’t think I’m strong enough. I don’t think I’m good enough right now. He said I’m probably right.
So when BM looked at me in pointe class, he told me that I would never be good enough; unless I chose to work precisely, to try my best everyday. The proof that I was not good enough at that moment was blatant- I was sitting on the floor of the studio because I did not follow a simple instruction: let go of the barre.”
You mispelled the most important theme’s word! instead of “choose” you wrote ‘chose’. as a communication researcher I found this blog passage very interesting!lol:P