Sometimes the classes I miss the most are dancing at CPCC with Katharyn Horne. I believe that’s the only time I’ve been exposed to Cecchetti style and I kind of hated it. Everything was different and weird. I remember randomly taking classes at other schools here and there and how excited I would be to use port de bras during plies at the barre. For some reason I am not finding any breakdowns of a typical Cecchetti class on Google. Might I have to hit the actual library, by moving my actual human body in space? Jeez Louise. Until I do, we must rely on my memories of a time…
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A brief history of temps
I was trying to figure out exactly how long I’ve ACTUALLY been dancing. How many cumulative years I guess? Hours of my life. I wish I had it documented somehow/somewhere, but all I have is my memory, and unfortunately I interspersed (COMBINED?) periods of intense dancing with periods of intense… how shall we put it… binge drinking. So. Yeah. Unreliable narrator over here. Unreliable curator of my own past. Whoops! FIRST (adult) BALLET CLASS: A wild guess that it was 1999? Earlier? Later? Ok. I was driving to like Pineville or some farflung suburban campus to take class once or twice a week, sort of regularly, for a year or…
