Learning to Dance
This may be a surprise, but I didn't always know how to dance. I learned when I was thirteen for a ball my parents were holding.
My first teacher was hired by my mother so I could make a good impression by dancing with the daughters of various important people. She was short, frumpy, and smelled like a wet dog. After my second lesson she said I was a "hopeless case."
In case you didn't know, she was was the first teacher to say that about me, but not the last.
I understood what she was trying to teach me, really, I did! But I didn't want to be around her, so she convinced my mother that I wouldn't learn anything from her and left.
My second teacher taught me by accident. The ball was a few weeks away and the daughter of my father's head adviser decided that she would teach me. Which she did. She took time everyday to make sure I was doing it right, and I wasn't going to argue. She was fun to be around, she was cute, and she needed someone to practice with.
A few weeks passed and I knew how to dance.
And I never really stopped.
My first teacher was hired by my mother so I could make a good impression by dancing with the daughters of various important people. She was short, frumpy, and smelled like a wet dog. After my second lesson she said I was a "hopeless case."
In case you didn't know, she was was the first teacher to say that about me, but not the last.
I understood what she was trying to teach me, really, I did! But I didn't want to be around her, so she convinced my mother that I wouldn't learn anything from her and left.
My second teacher taught me by accident. The ball was a few weeks away and the daughter of my father's head adviser decided that she would teach me. Which she did. She took time everyday to make sure I was doing it right, and I wasn't going to argue. She was fun to be around, she was cute, and she needed someone to practice with.
A few weeks passed and I knew how to dance.
And I never really stopped.