Ballet Class #1. WONDERFUL! An older lady (complete with bun) who looks stern but is a teddy bear. Her goal is to impart a love of ballet to students and teach them at their individual levels. So I am supposed to be in intermediate. I stay enrolled in beginning on the college records because then it allows me to take it repeat many more times. The best thing is that she has an intermediate advanced class on Thursday nights and anytime I want I can skip my Thursday afternoon class and go Thursday night—so I can be totally flexible. She has a Saturday morning Modern Ballet Workshop class I may also attend. I simply cannot fit it all into my life. But the Thursday flexibility is exciting and helpful. Also I told her about the kind of dance I do (in the dance world it is called LITURGICAL) and she was excited! She mentioned a church in Pasadena that has it. I looked it up and they offer dance workshops. They have tambourine stuff too so I wrote them and flat out asked their source for tambourine (I am picky about it because the only tambourine syllabus in the world ever created came from Aunty. Most people who teach it have been trained under it and that is GREAT, but there are some like the ones I have mentioned who change her books and redo them and those are the ones I avoid. Because of my years with Shachah I want to protect that anointing, and so I risk sounding a bit finicky, but that is okay. But that could be exciting. In fact, it seems that I may have more dance here than I know what to do with.

I have not solved my Shachah problem. I think if they can’t let me take the time under the new policy then I will be docked, so I have to make it so I only miss one day of work that way—or a day and a half. I don’t know. It is hard enough paying for these, but I need to go. Need to. And it certainly could not be foreseen that they would CHANGE a policy on me this late. I planned ahead. I will live. One way or another I will make it.

I have one hour til my next ballet class starts and I feel really bad. It as not allergies but a cold. I have a fever, that much is obvious. I feel so bad. All I do is drink drink drink and it is not enough. And I get to put on TIGHTS and a leotard and a skirt and go dance. I want to go to BED right now. If it weren’t the first day of school I would probably consider calling in sick! Not cool! Did I learn NOTHING last weekend?!

Anyway, I am going to grab take-out after class and come home, inhale it and sleep. The plan is to go to early prayer at the church tomorrow—I started getting up at 5 to pray again but I stayed home today.

Well, time to confine my ailing body to black tight clothes and go be a happy ballerina.

Chubby goes to Ballet Class-Part Deux!