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It was great!
The kids went on in roughly age order - and the dance school had the bright idea to split the performance into two shows rather than one long show with an intermission, so we weren't sitting on those seats too long!
The pre-ballet was appropriately adorable, and I was quite surprised by how much they expect of the babies! No tears or freakouts, though, and none of them got *too* far off cue.
The older kids were fairly impressive. The goal at this school is simply to showcase what the kids learned rather than to "do a show", so perhaps it isn't surprising that all the age groups had a prompter instead of just the babies.
And, of course, the girls. They got a special speech about how they were really beginners despite being older students, so I was braced for the worst - after all, I know the huge discrepancy between the amount of practicing they should have done and the amount they actually did! But no, they were nigh on perfect. It was great.
And they got report cards which stated that they were a "joy" and made "great progress" (yeah, we could see that) and they hoped to see them over the summer!
We really lucked into a good dance school. I worried so much, but my ultimate selection criteria was apparently inspired.
Afterwards the family went home and I bought my can opener. And then I went to The Strand. This is entirely because I wanted to and not even a little because I accidentally got on the wrong bus followed by the wrong train and figured that since I had to transfer at 14th and walk a bit anyway I might as well stop somewhere with a water fountain and a toilet in the process. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!
The pre-ballet was appropriately adorable, and I was quite surprised by how much they expect of the babies! No tears or freakouts, though, and none of them got *too* far off cue.
The older kids were fairly impressive. The goal at this school is simply to showcase what the kids learned rather than to "do a show", so perhaps it isn't surprising that all the age groups had a prompter instead of just the babies.
And, of course, the girls. They got a special speech about how they were really beginners despite being older students, so I was braced for the worst - after all, I know the huge discrepancy between the amount of practicing they should have done and the amount they actually did! But no, they were nigh on perfect. It was great.
And they got report cards which stated that they were a "joy" and made "great progress" (yeah, we could see that) and they hoped to see them over the summer!
We really lucked into a good dance school. I worried so much, but my ultimate selection criteria was apparently inspired.
Afterwards the family went home and I bought my can opener. And then I went to The Strand. This is entirely because I wanted to and not even a little because I accidentally got on the wrong bus followed by the wrong train and figured that since I had to transfer at 14th and walk a bit anyway I might as well stop somewhere with a water fountain and a toilet in the process. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!
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