So I’m at dance tonight and we’re working on our quick, low, multiple pirouettes. I’m struggling with them today, but I’m trying. We’re on our last 8 and our last turn and my weight must have been back because all of a sudden I’m out of control and falling. It was one of those falls that takes forever but there is nothing you can do about it. I landed square on my tailbone (and a little on my elbow). And it hurt. Now the proper human response to this kind of fall is concern, which is what the rest of the class has. But not my teacher. No. Lee Ann claps. She then proceeds to give a talk to the class about how you can’t fall unless your really going for it and that if you’ve never fallen, you aren’t a real dancer. Throughout this speech, I’m still on the ground and I’m crying because it was one of those very painful falls and I couldn’t help but cry. Plus everyone is looking at me so I’m embarrassed which makes me cry more which makes me more embarrassed and so on. I eventually got up and after a few minutes, I’m back on the floor dancing, but there was no hope for me after that fall. Yes, it was one of those great moments in life that you hope no one remembers tomorrow. But I will remember it tomorrow. I’ll remember it everytime I sit on one of those old, wooden law school chairs. I’m really looking forward to that.
EDIT: I just realized that there is a huge bump on my elbow. If my elbow is that bad, my tailbone has no hope…I think I’m getting too old for this.