I have no idea why I am sharing this with you (well I hope it makes you laugh), but here it goes. I was on the train two nights ago and began laughing out loud as I remembered a funny moment from my dancing days in college. I had a ballet teacher who looked like a big teddy bear. He dressed like my uncles do, aside from his toupee and his ballet slippers. He had a very large, very round belly and would lightly demonstrate the ballet moves. (He couldn’t really move all that gracefully. He was more of a yeller.)
He would yell especially loud during the changements, the échappés, and the sautés. During these little jumps he would yell over and over “sphincter, sphincter, sphincter” every damn time the count would change to signify a lift off. He wanted us to engage our sphincters in order to get another inch or two of lift off. This is what made me laugh. I mean, can you picture it; a room full of skinny little ballerinas in pink tights, black leotards, and ballet slippers, being instructed by a man who won’t stop yelling sphincter. Oh the memories...
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