On teaching

So my dance teacher is off at some super chi-chi spa for women who have private jets, attempting to teach them Flamenco. In the meantime, she asked me and a fellow dancer to cover her beginning Wednesday class. The way the timing went, I was only in charge for a little over half an hour. That was long enough. I wasn’t horrible, but it’s pretty hard. Especially clapping, singing and dancing all at the same time.

I have never had aspirations to be a dance teacher. Nothing has changed.