The Grand Finale
One very important thing I learned this semester: do not attempt to take a dance class if you cannot tell your left from right. Take it from me- you will neither learn the difference between the two directions by the end of the class nor spare yourself the embarrassement of being stopped at least once a week and asked to raise your right arm- “No Rouubba! That is LEFT arm! Other arm is right arm!”
Oh, well, who said that such trivial things such as directions are much use in real life anyway?
That aside, yesterday, I woke up to find this message from Noori: “Today, Sasha, Sasha, Sasha! And this message goes to his best student; ROBA AL-ASSI, the best dancer in the world!”
*Bow a professional bow that I spent an hour learning to perfect early on in the semester*
Between toppling down while doing the ultra-fast Viennese waltz or going into a psychedelic dance induced by a chocolate-high, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you- the understatement of the year; the best because no other student has been laughed at as much, the best because no other student has tried as hard and failed even harder, the best because no other student has succeeded in being such a complete klutz.
Alas though, the 4 months of torturous jumping around have finally come to an end, for yesterday, we took the final exam for the dancing class. I now should know the polka, the cha cha, the waltz, and the rock & roll- “should” being the magic word.
At the end of the 5 months, the movie above is the “best of”. We’re really not always THAT bad, but well, bad is more fun. I guess it might be too early to start laughing though… I hope I pass.
Seriously though, it wasn’t all that bad, here are some looks that I’ve posted previously:
