
Dentist - a-OK. Mouth did hurt after novicaine, but nailed it with Motrin real fast. Ate rice & bread and mushy stuff, and drank ice water at dinner, not a problem. Had Dentist, Senior, not Dentist, Junior (father and son practice) - on which some credit might be laid. He's super-slick - of course, he's been doing this for 30 or 40 years... I don't think Dentist Junior messed up, just that if you have to go in to the dentist - super terrified and in pain - then it's nice to know that the guy could probably do this half-asleep and has 30 years of good judgement calls behind him.
Best part of day - Aparna's class. Oh the humility. :) The expert becomes the student, and gets totally exhausted. Luckily, survived humidity OK, and so my screw-ups are all mine. Lots of mistakes, but the latest peice, pushpanjali, hasn't slipped and is ready for hardcore work. And, best of all, I got to pick the next peice to work on - a choice of more abhinaya (expression) or more rhythm (nritta). I felt like I was being offered a big plate of pate or a Godiva chocolate sunday. How can you loose? :) I decided on the sunday - the expressive stuff. It's less physical work, and a whole lot of theatrical work, which will carry well into both SCA life and Middle Eastern dance. Even if it won't burn calories so well. That's why it's dessert. :)
After being a teacher for a dedicated class I have a new appreciation for two things:
- how hard it is to wrap your brain around new concepts as a student
- how hard it is to hit on the right words for these concepts as a teacher
And... mostly, an appreciation of how damn good Aparna is. I look spiff... next to folks how have just started this journey. Take that delta and multiply it by 100 and you get how much better Aparna looks than me. Wow. I'm having trouble not just gazing in awe as we do the new piece. Boy, I missed her.
Wrapped the class up with dinner at Helmond - Afghani food - which is out of my way... unless I'm at dance class. Mmmm.... happiness. And did the traditional post-dance-dinner activity of scribbling moves down furiously in my notebook, while trying to eat delicately. Ummm... trying. "Delicate" is difficult when you are trying not to scarf down yummy, just out of clay oven, flatbread.
And just hammered out the last roundup for the exam tomorrow. Even more happiness. Stupid, evil class will be OVER. No more logistical pains! YAY!! No more thinking about this stuff. Yay! Several brain cells freed up for Pennsic. Phew!