‘Fine Arts’ Stories
Too much information!
View all posts by DancingQueenWhile warming up with a toddler’s dance class one of the littlest girls announce at the top of her lungs that she has a half sister. In my attempt to dissuade her from engaging in a detailed conversation I smiled and nodded and continued walking. That is until she went on to tell me that her “daddy traveled to Europe and had sex with somebody who wasn’t her mommy and then he got married to her mommy and they had sex again and that’s why she’s here!” The parents sure had a chuckle over that one!
Best excuse not to dance…
View all posts by DancingQueenAs an Irish dance instructor I often have the tough task of teaching many dancers with varying abilities at the same time. Often dancers are trusted to practice independently but, as expected, keeping them on task is no easy feat. When I checked in with a group of 11 and 12 year olds one small 11 year old delivered possibly the best excuse yet for not dancing. She explained that she wasn’t dancing because her knuckles were exceedingly sensitive today! Umm…pardon me!?
Merry Christmas to you too!
View all posts by DancingQueenThe dance class I was teaching was coming to an end when a very small little girl came running towards me and hurriedly passed me a Christmas gift. As the girl turned around and began to run out of the class I thanked her for the gift, to which she replied “My mom told me to give it to you!”. Little kids are too honest some times!
Don’t I count??!
View all posts by DancingQueenI had just finished teaching the last of several dance classes for the evening. I was putting supplies away along with the other two dance teachers while the students were leaving. The last to leave was a particularly meek girl who is albeit very polite; this girl consistently makes the effort to thank each teacher and say goodnight before she leaves each week. She was on her way out this particular night when she calls out a “Thank you” to the other two teachers. I chuckled and called back to her “What about me??” and the girl shrugged her shoulders and said “well you didn’t help me today!”. OUCH!!
Hockey Dads Anyone?
View all posts by DancingQueenI was teaching a dance class and helping a very young little girl to tie her shoes. She was very worried that she had to leave the class in 20 minutes and wouldn’t have time to dance with the class. I explained to her that the class finished for everyone in 20 minutes and so she had nothing to worry about. Increasingly worried, the little girl says that her daddy’s picking her up and she can’t be late. While I continued to tie her shoes the little one explained that if she’s late leaving her dance class when her dad picks her up she’s not allowed to sit in the front seat of the car. I asked her why her dad would punish her this way to which she explained “I get in trouble if I leave late because my daddy has to play hockey and he gets mad at me!”. Now THAT puts a new spin on the term “Hockey Dads” doesn’t it?
Oh Boy…
View all posts by DancingQueenWhile teaching a beginner level dance class I excused a very little boy to go to the bathroom. Typically at this age the parents of the students stay close by to assist their children if needed. Assuming his mother was outside with the rest of the parents, I excused the boy. A few minutes went by and the boy returned to the class looking rather sheepish. Suspicious of his demeanour, I asked the boy if everything was okay. He proceeded to take me into the boys’ bathroom where it became glaringly apparent that this little boy had never seen or used a urinal before and, while he attempted to do a good job, suffice it to say that the janitors had a load on their hands that night!
But I’m not a BOY!
View all posts by DancingQueenI was recently teaching a dance class in which small children were beginning to learn a partnering dance. Each pair should consist of a boy and a girl, but in a class full of girls, the tallest ones frequently get assigned to the ‘boy’ role. I was separating the girls into the ‘girl’ role and the ‘boy’ role when I told one little one that she would be the ‘boy’ today. I moved on to the next group when this little girl, very agitated, began pulling on my shirt. I looked at her when she loudly exclaimed “But I can’t be a boy because I don’t have a weiner!!”. I suppose this little girl was right!
What did you say?
View all posts by DancingQueenRecently I was substitute teaching a beginners dance class for 2-4 year olds. I was warming up with the little ones when the tiniest student of all pipes up and says “You sound just like our teacher”. With a chuckle I respond with “Well that must be a good thing!” to which the tot answers “Not really. I kind of hate our teacher!”
