I've just got back from a conference being held by dance teachers and experts from all over the County. I have to admit, I hate conferences, I always feel completely inadequate and maybe not stupid, but certainly I spend most of the first half wondering which language they're speaking. This time though, I had the great pleasure of not only understanding every word, but I was asked what I thought... oh my goodness, they actually considered me to be one of their experts!
After an awful day of full-blown nearly-crying, I left the school feeling angry, disheartened and like I didn't know what I was doing anymore. Every teacher lives in fear of two things: 1) the kids will one day realise that 30:1 are easy odds - for them! and 2) that someone will find out we don't really know what we're doing. So imagine my delight when I was consulted and asked to run a quick session, there and then, about how Stanislavski can be used in dance workshops focusing on the solo choreography in SwanSong...
Yes, I'm not a moron!
About Me
- Pixie
- How many times have you wanted to escape to the bottom of the garden and disappear inside your imagination? Well, I've wanted to every since I started school and I doubt I was the only little girl with a fully furnished 'camp' behind the garden shed. Hence how I got the nickname Pixie, and strangely, it's followed me around for the last 20 years. Of course, every now and then even Pixies must emerge into the real world, but the real one's never stop venturing back to camp. So, here's what I've discovered on my travels so far...
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