My Beautiful Wickedness

Bringing home the hardware.
March 15, 2008, 9:55 pm
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What a good time was had at the dance competition.  Kid danced all day, was encouraging to every dancer she met, was especially kind to the little kids on her team, and focused like a champ during all the tricky changes — she had four outfits, three make-up changes, and four hair changes, which is a lot for a simple one-day competition. She rocked out with her daddy during the Dad and Daughter improv segment (my husband won a can cooler for shaking his groove thing) and she cheered enthusiastically for her team.

Final tally: She won three of the four categories she entered (including a surprisingly strong showing in hip-hop!) and came in third in her jazz solo, so she was very happy.

I heard that the conference came off fine and that the keynote speaker was very good — if anyone stopping by from Facebook that actually went to it and would like to report, I’d appreciate an update.

Tomorrow we do nothing and go nowhere. Well, I have to go to my discipline’s national honors society
induction ceremony, but I don’t have to speak. I just have to wear something nice, look smart, and greet students and their parents. Mainly, though, I have an insane amount of grading to catch up on. Stacks and stacks and stacks. What the hell happened to my spring break? And why is Easter so early?


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I bet you’re glad it’s over! Congratulations!

Comment by patti

Yes, I’m glad it’s over. There’s one a month in April and May — June is the studio recital (which is very celebratory and low-stress) and a national event in July if enough girls in the studio qualify into it that the kids are using as an excuse to take a big group beach vacation. They’ve got it in the right perspective, I think.

It helps that we don’t have any asshole parents or coaches to ruin it for the kids by screaming at them or confronting judges. Some of the kids from other studios looked terrified of their teachers…it could be a sport that was bad for a little girl’s head, I think, if handled badly.

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