Dance class has never been so jam-packed with dances. With only less than half the class there, Jean jacked up the learning curve and decided to throw us into Meth-Like Learning of The Art of Dance. It's what I imagine a rave to be. Being that I've never been to one, it's quite possible that my imagination does not match reality. At all.
We started with a dance we supposedly already know, Crazy Foot Mambo, but I think S and I did it only once and weren't taught the way the Clique had been taught. It wasn't our shining moment considering we messed up the dance over and over. Jean was like, Do you have it now? And I was like, Nope but that's okay!
We did Cry Cry Cry.
Jean mentioned that they do this dance at the church.
We did London Rhythm Swing.
Jean pointed out that the arm movements are for those of us who enjoy Broadway. They may also do this dance at the church.
We did My Blue Merry Go Round.
Okay, I don't know if that's the real name of the song and I'm not sure if this is the dance we actually did, but I really enjoy the shaky camera angles, so let's say it is. They do this dance, or one like it, at the church.
What is all this talk about the church? Seriously, Jean, what's going on? Jean said that she was teaching us as many dances as possible in the next few classes. We figured it was because we lost two classes and they are giving us only one extra at the end to make up for it (how does that add up?). But then, Jean shocked us with: This is the last class I'll be teaching at night.
What???? No more dance class with Jean?????
She said, I'm not sure who they'll get to replace me.
What???? No one could ever replace Jean!
Of course, the sincerity of the moment was completely lost since she was talking into the feedback microphone so it all sound like.
BBBBRRRRRRRR This BERRRIIINNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRR is BRRRRRR the last BGFRRRRRRRRR classLLLLLEEEFFFFFTTTTTTT I'll BBBBB be TRRIIFIIFFFF teachingLLLLRRBBBBB at night.
Quite anticlimactic. But the announcement explained why she'd been urging us to go to the church. She was praising the teacher there. She said that she'd arrived at 7:45 and didn't get home until after 11 the last time she'd danced there. Then she pointed at me and S and said, You girls would love it. Of course we would!
But we wouldn't love it as much as we love Jean.
The clique then started making requests to get as much out of Jean as possible. They asked for a dance called Sway. They looked at us and one asked if we knew it and then another answered for us (you can guess which one): They weren't even born when that song came out!
Uh, it's the Pussy Cat Dolls. We were born. We're older than they are.
Jean had some trouble finding the song on her iPod because she has yet to figure out how to make a playlist. She found the Michael Buble version of the song, but not the one she wanted. And so S, aka Teacher's Pet, found it on her phone and handed it to Jean who at first thought she had a video of it but then settled for the song only.
We learned it and danced it and S saved the day.
Then we went home feeling a little let down, knowing that we are almost at the end of the Era of Jean.
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