It's
happened to the best of us.
Class
is going great. You're in the zone, getting a great workout, all the
right muscles working correctly. Nothing's been too hard or too easy.
This class was tailor-made for you, baby!
Then it
happens.
The
teacher gets a wild hair up his or her ass and asks you to do a triple
revolté/a painintheasana/the hundred while levitating above the reformer.
Insert
primal scream.
You
want to gather your belongings and flee from the classroom. You want to
wrap your hands around the teacher’s scrawny neck. You want to weep.
What
happened to the love? And is everyone else finding this assignment
completely ridiculous and gratuitous or are you a one-woman protest march?
Like an
angry old man, you show your displeasure by muttering under your breath.
You so want to let loose the nasty responses that flood your head --
things that would unleash shock and awe over everyone in the room. Things that might get you permanently
banned from that teacher’s class, if not the studio altogether.
Here
are some of these little nuggets you should think but NEVER say:
1. Oh, Hell No!
2. Boooooo!
3. Oh, no she di'int!
4. Show off!
5. You want us to do what?
6. What the?
7. Ummmm...why?
8. You tryin' to kill us?
9. You seem to want to #$%@ us with
that combo, so could you at least buy us a drink first?
10. I think there’s a sadism class down the
hall.
What
have you been tempted to tell a dance/exercise/yoga teacher in class but not
dared?
"I could make up a combo ten times better than that and teach it so everyone could actually do it"
ReplyDeleteYeah, there is that one for sure!
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