Tuesday night is Ballet Night at my house, what with Science Boy going to class and me shortly thereafter. Last night, as I dropped SB off at his class, I caught his teacher’s eye (who I will nickname Comrade Yuri) and the dour Russian man actually cracked a smile! I was so taken aback I think I gave him a weak one back. At the end of class, DH reports that Comrade Yuri actually walked out with father and son, shook SB’s dad’s hand, cracked yet another smile and remarked how SB had “potential,” which I’m sure he meant “for mayhem” and not “for ballet.”
It was kinda funny, actually. Before class started, as Comrade Yuri was prepping the music for SB’s class, he made all the boys stand in a straight line facing out. Well, of course this was a smidge too difficult for our SB. Was he standing properly like all the other boys? No. He was turning and jumping and leaping and twirling like a mad dervish. Ya see? Mayhem indeed.
As for my class, I’m getting more and more dissatisfied with it. Maybe because the more experienced students haven’t been showing up, but Lady Cheerleader has been watering down the class and making it super-easy, with lots of explanatory chitchat in between exercises. Yawn. While I know it’s good to take beginner classes, I want to be challenged more!
For next year I think I’m going to skip her Tuesday night class and just go to her much harder Thursday class.
And now, for the next six(!) days, I will be without ballet. 
Happy holidays, Americans!
