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Walking into my summer dance class, I immediately felt intimidated.
The other dancers had already arrived, or had been in the previous class. They were in various stretches on the scratched stage floor, legs over their heads and hair pulled back into impeccable buns. I stood at the entrance to the auditorium, a painfully mediocre community center dance class under my belt, with a ponytail and sweaty hands, ready to take on the Advanced Jazz class I had been signed up for. This, I realized, must have been a mistake.
As I dropped my bag on the folded seat, our instructor appeared.Most dancers can tell when we enter a room if the teacher is going to be the fun teacher fresh out of college, the ancient used-to-be-Russian-ballerina with grey hair, or somewhere in between. Just looking at our teacher, she didn’t seem to be anything special. She was simply a dance teacher, with her hair in a ponytail, her arms crossed, and her voice filling the entire …show more content…

She encouraged us to ask questions if we needed to, something that eased my mind slightly, but as she outlined the course of the class for the next month and the rigor of the technique and choreography we’d learn, that glimmer of hope soon went down the toilet. We went around the seated circle, playing the generally awkward, yet apparently obligatory game of introductions as the eight girls surrounding me talked about their twelve years of prestigious studios and teachers. The most socially mortifying moment of my life had to be when it was my turn, as I stumbled out the fact that I had taken one year of Jazz, a generous description for the six-month class I had taken on Basic Dance Fundamentals. The second the last word left my mouth, a quick shared look among the other dancers confirmed how they all felt about me: I was the weak link, that one person in every dance class who struggles and gets put in the back at the

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