An experiment in humility
Well hey, here's something I just discovered. It turns out that I cannot dance. Yup, I had my very first adult jazz lesson last night, and I absolutely, totally, unequivocally suck at dancing.
Last night wasn't my first foray into the world of jazz. When I was twelve I decided to take up dancing because my sister was teaching and my best friend, who was already doing ballet, also wanted to join a jazz class. As we were starting at the bottom of the jazz-ladder, most of the kids we were in class with were a few years younger than us, and being stuck with nine-year-olds when you're twelve is quite a humbling experience.
Despite gaining Honours in my exams and winning a "Most Promising Dancer" certificate at the end-of-year prizegiving, I decided my first year of dancing would also be my last. My best friend was moving to another dance school where she could immediately go up a few grades due to her ballet experience, and the thought of being the only one my age in a class full of littlies was too much to bear, so I did what I do so well... I quit.
I knew I was not going to be very good at this dancing lark, but I figured even though my previous experience was somewhat limited, it was experience nonetheless, and therefore surely I wouldn't be too awful. Right? Wrong.
We started the class with introductions. Once again, my sister was teaching and most of the ladies had been going to the school for a while and were all buddies as a result. There were a few of us newbies, and we practically clung on to each other for support. So far, so good... but of course we hadn't done any actual dancing yet.
We hit the D-floor for a warmup, which mostly involved flailing our arms and legs around a bit mixed in with some crunches and the like. Then we moved on to some progressions, which essentially involves moving from one corner of the studio to the opposite corner in groups of two while executing some basic dance steps. It was during these progressions that I realised I was in serious trouble.
The steps looked easy enough, but when I commanded my body to carry them out, all sorts of weird things happened. Arms sprung out in the wrong direction, knees bent when they wasn't supposed to, and I spent the whole time looking at the floor with my tongue sticking out the side of my mouth and my brow furrowed in concentration.
"Keep your chins up ladies," my sister yelled over the music, when she really meant "keep your chin up Jane".
By the way, all this time I was sweating up a storm, which always does wonders in making one appear graceful and in control.
I managed to get through the progressions (just) without taking out anyone's eye, and in my head I gave myself a pat on the back for my efforts. I wasn't, however, remotely prepared for what was next on the agenda. A choreographed routine.
My sister ran through the moves, and I watched on with my mouth gaping open in disbelief. I knew I wouldn't be able to pull that stuff off. To make it worse, when we had a go at the routine with the music I realised the moves I was already struggling with actually had to be done at four times the speed. Let me remind you that most of the class had been attending for some time, and every time I missed a turn I had a spare second to look around, and each time I saw the bulk of the class pulling the moves off with ease.
I gotta say, my first adult dance class was a very humbling experience. I even managed to cock up the cool-down stretching; I found myself sitting on the floor with my body twisting around to face everyone while they were twisted around to face me. Whoops.
Most promising dancer indeed...
I had a whiney moan to my sister after class, of course I did. "It's too hard, I'm a beginner, these mature ladies are total pros," at which point she lovingly told me to suck it up and that it would get easier each week. She's my big sister, so I believe everything she says and will therefore be returning for another humiliating dance lesson next week. Can't wait.
Have you ever tried your hand at something you thought you might have a bit of a knack for, only to discover you are completely lacking in the necessary skills? Please share.
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oh no! Your very brave for giong at all, I cant even do aerobics classes due to my lack of co-ordination/timing.
Tried to horse riding, went as well as you can imagine for an unco person, not awful (no multiple falls) just no flair for it either.
Oh and good look with the house!!!
I can't dance.. I look like a marionette being operated by someone hallucinating on meth.
My only experience of this is when I breifly took up pottery.. nothing ever turns out how it looks in your head, I am also way too impatient to work on the same bit of clay for three or four weeks like some people in the class and ended up with all sorts of bits and pieces which while were ok are hardly artistic visions I was imagining.. even my mother made something nicer than me and my mother is about as artistic as a twig. (she would agree)
I feel your pain Jane. I got made to do jazz ballet when I was younger (one of the nastiest things about being born female, along with being given stationary sets and such for Christmas), and just like you I sucked at it. I was, in fact, so mind-numbingly bad at it that the teacher told my mother there was no point in trying to teach me and kicked me out. Hooray! Perhaps you too can get yourself expelled? Or just tell your sister you're not coming back.
Your sister is lying: it will not get easier each week. All that will happen is that your self esteem will go down the toilet.
On a happier note, good luck with that house!
Not exactly on the same humiliating-experience level as yours Jane, but i cannot for the life of me play guitar hero/rock band etc. I can sing, and played the flute at school (nothing flash, but competently) and have a reasonable sense of rhythm but my hand-eye coordination really sucks. I can't hit the right keys at the right time no matter what, and am constantly getting us booed off stage! Shame. On the upside, i'm pretty good at singstar, so i guess it all evens out eventually. I bet there's plenty of things you're super at and your sister isn't?
I tried aquajogging for the first time the other week at the J'ville pool.
Damned if I know how, but there kept being sections where everyone else would be doing the same move and ended up treading water in the same place. Meantime Leon was travelling at speed in reverse direction.
Another move involved pushing the floating tube thing down with one let. That was the theory anyway. The reality in fact was that I would then rotate around that leg and start heading underwater.
Still, I didn't drown (all that much), so can't have been all bad.
@ Jessicapea... you need coordination to ride a horse? I'm pretty unco and I could manage it.. granted it took a while for me to get any good at it. The main thing you need is balance, find your centre of gravity in a saddle and your set (if in doubt hold on for dear life to the mane it won't hurt the horse)
I don't know jazz dancing, but I teach Latin and Ballroom, and I'm pretty sure you're going to be fine. (I've decided to preface with the explantion so that people who don't that's I do that can see that I'm not just making things up).
When I started dancing it was different and weird and I'm shy and a little bit unco. But I tried. And after a couple of weeks I was getting the hang of it.
And I've seen with people I've taught to. It does get easier. You keep doing it, and it doesn't make any sense, and then all of a sudden one day things just click and it's easier.
Then you learn something new and the same thing happens again. It's tricky, then it gets better.
It's like any other skill, you have to invest the time to learn it.
And a lot of dancing is about illusion anyway. It's about giving the impression that you are doing more than you are actually doing. Turning through your body, not turning your whole body and things like that.
Keep at it Jane! Perseverance will reap rewards!
(I think I might have actually managed to something more clearly in a comment than a tweet for a change! Yay me)
When I was at school I wasn't too bad at tennis, when we played in PE class I was near the top. I played a game against my brother who isn't particularly good either and we spent most of the time struggling to get serves in.
@ Thalia #3 Quote of the day: "I can't dance.. I look like a marionette being operated by someone hallucinating on meth. "
I seem to be able to do most things averagely, so I don't suck but I don't excel either. Other than public speaking which I really really suck at.
Leon's comment reminded me about swimming training years ago. I'm a pretty good swimmer but for the life of me I could not get any decent speed with kicking only. Everyone else in my group would just power past, including both my little sisters.
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Video your dance lesson and post it pleeeease! Keen for a good laugh! :P