Tonight was prom night where I teach high school All teachers, unless they provide a really, really good excuse, must go. Many teachers find this a rather tiresome assignment. Last year I did not go until time for the cleanup crew because I was singing in a big concert. Tonight I signed up for the first half and ended up staying a bit later because it was fun. No kidding, I was having a good time for two reasons: dancing and dressing up. As a girlie girl, I really like to dress up and dancing is akin to heaven so…I teach in the “country”–not exactly far from town but they think country–horses, country music, guns, four wheelers–you get the idea. I have owned horses for years, but I am not that kind of country. Can I dance to country music–sure, but I never listen to it. What did they play a lot of?? You guessed it, country music. I did not dance to that, oh,no. Once in a while they played something else. I danced some fast dances. I asked one student why he wasn’t dancing and he told me he did not know how to two step so I taught him. It took less than five minutes. He can dance–I had already fast danced for a few minutes with him.
Can most of these students dance well? Not exactly, except for a few. And then there is the question of super high heels. Most of the girls arrived with them on their feet. One half hour later they were dancing barefoot. In a brief chat with the new principal, we discussed how perhaps we should provide dance and high heel etiquette classes, starting about two months before prom night. I often wonder how these ballroom dancers spend so much time dancing in high heels. Dancing is such fabulous exercise, I think I will try it alone at home to get in shape. If I plan to take even a little walk in about six weeks at Simien National Park in Ethiopia, I must get in better shape than I am just doing yoga. The mountains there are over 13,000 feet high. Now I need some sleep.
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