Advanced memory and other things I would like to forget
January 28, 2009
I was reading an article about a woman today who has really advanced memory and can remember everything that happened on every single day. You can read about it more here . But since this blog is about me– I thought this would be a good time to discuss a memory I wish I could forget…… I call it. Why I never became a ballerina..
I was just a wee girl (remember that line its a funny pun for later) dressed to the nine in my pale tights and matching ballet slippers… and while I was only 5 I already had many dance credits to my name, such as the key pink elephant in the circus parade, and the twirling candy cane in some equally profound ballet.
Anyhow, all advanced dancers start with their warm-up and as we were going through the different positions I realized I had to use the restroom. It is important to note here that I am not a bg (bad girl) and follow the rules. One rule the instructor had was that only one girl could leave to go to the restroom at a time. The bathroom was taken so I waited patiently trying to hold it in. Just as she left I started to scurry over just as one of the less important little brats ran in front of me. Against my best judgement that I really had to go, like a good girl I walked back to the warm up bar to wait yet again.
Just at that time good ol teach told us to get into 5th position. While its ballet position number 5, not karma sutra position number 5, many could not tell the difference.
Well I attempted to get in the position however had to stick my butt out in order to keep my bladder from draining. the teacher noticing my disgraceful technique ran over to give me a hand (yet another funny pun if you pay attention). She said some rhyme about butts being sucked and proceeded to push my butt in as my pee pushed out… onto her hand. Anyhow, the teacher then obviously forgot her own one bathroom rule and screamed all sorts of profanities with the overall message to send me to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom, out of the studio and on my way to bigger and better things. I realized at that moment that nature calling was just a way for me to realize that ballet was not my calling.
P.S. Miss Sixty rocks my world.
