#balletbeginner

So this summer felt like it lasted forever. I moved back to my hometown, and that means I’m back at my first dance studio. I was pretty intimidated going back, as this studio is the most accomplished RAD dance school in the country. But this first week has been a lot of fun, and hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with my new classes. 

This semester I’ll be dancing 9 classes per week. The classes consist of RAD Grade 6 (2x a week), RAD Intermediate Foundation (2x a week), Contemporary Jazz, Modern, Ballet ball (ballet with a pilates ball for strengthening), Stretch/Strength class, Advanced Adult Ballet class. 

For those of you who do not know the RAD syllabus, the Intermediate Foundation class is part of the vocational branch - meaning there is pointe work!

Sorry about the intense spam today. And for the intense silence before that... I just got back to my ballet classes this week and therefore remembered that I have a blog! Hope you have all been enjoying the holidays and are off to a great new year. I’m so happy to have heard from so many that they are wanting to start ballet! It is so much fun, you won’t regret it guys!!

As for me.. I will continue to take 7 classes (possibly more, but probably not) this semester as well, but I have changed some of the classes somewhat. I’m now dancing five days a week, which is exciting! 

Two of the classes I’m taking are quite challenging, and clever me can’t just wait until summer to up the difficulty, so I start after everyone has already learned how to do their attitude pirouettes, entrechats and god knows what else. This is going to be fun.

And hopefully you guys can forgive my absence if you get to read about my embarrassing pirouette story... Sooo.. STORY TIME. Over the break I suddenly realized I should practice my pirouettes a bit (and of course in the middle of the night) so I wouldn’t forget how to do them. So obviously I did so with socks on slippery wooden floor and fell. And not like a cute little slip, no. I completely lost my balance and fell on a ladder. Did I wake up the whole house? Probably. But they were too nice to say. Or just too used to my (sometimes concerning) night dancing noises. My poor back took the worst of the fall (how I managed to fall on my back from a pirouette is still a bit of a mystery to me), but hopefully no permanent damage has been caused. After this week my whole body hurts anyways so no way to tell.