I’m starting to realize that though I preach the virtues of
being flexible and rolling with the punches, I occasionally find that I have
trouble with that very thing.
Let’s take Zumba, for instance.
I have some pretty rigid beliefs as to the proper etiquette
for that class and the people who attend.
Basically, it’s all about respecting the space of
others. And I have a spot in my Monday
class that I prefer to be in. I recognize
that we don’t have assigned dance space, but I attend this class more often
than not, so if you’re a Jill-come-lately, don’t get up in my space and expect
me to be thrilled with your presence.
We also have a woman who is an instructor in the class prior
to ours who sometimes stays over into our class and she bugs me. Because she stands right up front crowding
those of us who are regulars, she is distracting, and keeps chatting with her
students who stayed on for a second class.
Come on Missy (and yes, that’s her name)! Move to the back, shut your mouth and realize
that it’s not all about you. Also, that tattoo
is trampy looking.
If you come in late, don’t expect to take your place right
up front and center. The class starts at
7:30 every Monday, so it’s not exactly a surprise that if you come in at 7:45,
we’re going to be well into our routines.
So come in, get out of the way and catch up.
Get water whenever you want, but don’t block the view of the
instructor. If you are going to leave
class early, don’t take up a spot in the front, and don’t take 5 minutes to
gather all your crap you placed at the front of the room, thereby being rude,
disruptive and once again blocking our
view of the instructor.
This isn’t an audition for FAME. While we’re all going to modify our moves to
suit our individual needs and limitations, your over the top jazz hands and
exaggerated facial expressions aren’t going to get you noticed by one of the
myriad talent scouts who have nothing better to do than cruise the local Ys for
potential Gwen Verdons.
Dress appropriately.
We don’t need to see your good china. Wear clothes that will cover all
the essential bits and pieces. And by
the way, pajama jeans are not workout attire.
I’m not trying to stifle your ability to express your unique
personality, I just hate pajama jeans, and I don’t want to see your ass
cheeks. I don’t even know you. Please don’t get me started on the woman who
dresses like she left her rehearsal of a community theatre production of Godspell
to go to her job as a street mime.
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| I think we can all agree that this is annoying. |
Don’t assume. Skinny
girls screw up moves and fat girls can dance.
We’re all there to get our groove on – just relax, dance and smile. It’ll be fine.
ae
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