Aviana loves to flit around the house like a little ballerina, and has been intrigued by all things dance for at least a year and a half. We have thus far stymied her obsession with ballet books and CDs and DVDs designed to be a dance class such as Baby Ballet.
Recently her desire for being a dancer has grown to mammoth perportions because my niece, 5, is Aviana’s hero. Aviana wants to be like Cora and do everything Cora is doing. Cora is in dance class. She even got to attend one of Cora’s classes. Since then she has been talking about taking dance class like Chinese water torture.
I’m not a huge believer in early organized learning for children, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt to look into it. We live at least half hour from “town”; driving that far for an hour lesson isn’t even an option at this point in my life. Our nearest little town offers two dance studios.
One isn’t even an option; I have seen the costumes those girls wear and heard the music to which those girls perform. The other is owned by a Christian, so I gave them a call.
Last week we visited a class. In the 50 minutes we were there, the girls played “follow-the-leader” skipping, galloping, and two stepping. There was some sashaying back and forth across the room. A lot of waiting. They went through the pieces for their recital twice.
All this for $15 a class.
There was a lot of disrespect, obvious and not so blatant to the teacher. There was a lot of not listening and disobedience. There was a lot of meaness between the girls that didn’t get noticed or addressed. Frankly, I was appalled.
This week they were kind enough to let Aviana participate. She was so excited, she was vibrating. She was telling me the time every thirty seconds starting at about 2 o’clock. It was a long time to 5. She enjoyed herself, although she could only remember a couple of things they did, and reported some little girls pinching each other and being mean which the teachers didn’t see.
Another problem I have is the classes are right at dinner time, and our children have early bedtimes. Brielle and Aviana both were exhausted from running into town, waiting around, rushing supper…and it was fairly stressful for me too.