Tonight was the last class of my first full-on semester of ballet at the studio, which made me leave for home with a sense of having made it through. Ballet 3 was the best place I could be in terms of improving on fundamentals moves such as tendus and plies, while still learning a lot of new moves. Two of them- temps lie and pas de basque- were learned tonight, with the temps lie going insanely quick that involved lunging and turning. It was difficult, but I know that it will get easier with time. Pas de basque was also difficult when we were practicing in lines, but I kept practicing throughout the night and it started to make sense. During the recital rehearsal, one of the girls- who was standing in for one of the seniors- helped me a bit with things, which helped somewhat.
One of the things that I have noticed is that, if things are broken down more slowly, I have a tendency to overthink them more often. That’s why I jump into things, because I will talk myself out of doing them well. I’d never thought about it like that before, but as we were practicing balances, it occured to me that that was the case. I don’t think this is a sustainable practice, so I need to ponder it a bit more before next class.
After class tonight, I went back into the changing room, changed back into street clothes, and took notes about tonight’s class in my little leather-bound notebook. It helped to write down the moves a bit, but what I also did was, en route to the store, recorded my thoughts about class on my phone. It helped to just chat to myself, and record it so that I remember to write it down later on. Because of that, I was able to write a better account of my class, and also use my alone-in-the-car time in a more constructive manner. This will help me with the next 18 months of dance notes; I realized yesterday that I have been writing about my dance classes for that long, and when I compiled all of my notes together, I discovered that I had nearly sixty pages of writing. Reading over some of them helped me; for example, when we covered partnering in a class this summer, I wrote that I was told to stay slightly ahead of my partner. Tonight, when we did lifts, I remembered that, and lifting went much better than before.
Overall, I feel like I did improve some this semester, and am pleased with what I could do. I will be in my first ballet recital next semester; though I’ve done two recitals with an old studio, this is the first time that it’s been a mixed class, and one in which ballet is the focus of the studio, rather than something to help belly dance. So, to me, it feels like it’s the first real ballet recital, tights and all.