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Saturday, 17 May 2014

Anonymous 01:31 0

Canadian Daytime TV and Supervising a school disco in Quebec {Part II}

If any of my fellow Quebec ELAs know about life and time well spent they will know about these two programs here:

In The Kitchen With Chef Pasquale

This guy is an actual legend. He is not here for all of these basic chefs when wearing his bright red pimped out king fisher toque. Pasquale is too busy making love to the camera with jokes for his imaginary audience and casually sliding into operatic power ballads while sautéing.

Introducing, my bae, Stefano Faita a.k.a my t.v. husband/imaginary ideal uomo italiano:

In The Kitchen With Stefano

His hairline is tragic but the culinary masterpieces he produces with his bare hands (not everyday Nigella sticking her fingers in cake batter) are just....He could put a ring on it any day.

There is no school on Monday, so these two Italian gentlemen will be filling my day while I handle business at home.

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M'kay, so since I hate leaving things half finished, let me fill you in on the rest of my experiences supervising a disco at my school a little while back. Starting with the rules for

Girls

You will only roll with one of two crews:

BLW (Big Little Women) - who's compulsory attire includes a long hemline, preferably something the swirls when you twirl, ballet shows kitten heels and a tiny pointless handbag you fill with errythang in your room for no reason; that is so full you can't find your snack money, and has enough stuff in it that you can look busy rummaging in it when you have nothing to do or no-one to talk to or dance with. No shade, but shade. And I can say that because I was one of those girls for a hot second until like year 9 LOL.

GG (Girl's Generation) - these chicks co-ordinate their outfits as hard as a Korean girl band. The look is always skinny jeans, and if the motive is pastel colours, everybody is sure to get the memo. The aim is for your jeans to be so tight, and fitted they can hold your entire life, no purse needed. So what if it takes you 5 minutes to wrestle your giant smart phone out of your stupidly tiny pocket. The fine print is:

If you didn't fight, and cry and struggle to get your jeans on....

And you won't require assistance to get you out of them later,
"You can't sit with us!"

Rolling to the party in your box-fresh patent gold hi-tops means you are officially Queen Bee...

If said "sneakers" also have multicoloured flashing lights you have rendered every other girl irrelevant, slaying the entire room.

If puberty has given you something to work with, break out that boob tube your mum may, or may not, have let you buy, and wear it with your favourite skin tone bra because you still believe the lie that that makes it invisible.

Sorry baby, this bra, does not carry the chameleon effect.

A dance floor is the perfect excuse for you to show off your cartwheels and backhand springs that you just learnt at cheer practice. Gone are the days of White Chicks style dance-offs it seems....

Today is the day you're allowed to wear makeup, even though you know jack about how to use it. You've been dying to use the little you have, especially that bright eye shadow that matches your "pants", the end result is something like this:

Snake, hairstyling, blending technique,
brush control and mascara ALL sold separately.

#SideNote

When you see said student, you try your hardest to keep a straight face and allow her to keep her confidence because she's pretty sure she looks good. And girls will LIE to their friends and let them look any kind of way when they leave. But that's all part of it, so let me un-crease and not upset the balance.

Dancing does however, have a time and place so make sure your skills are on point. For instance, when you win an mp3 player and you run up on stage. Then the DJs asks if you can shuffle, you better be ready when that track drops to have your shining moment:

And then, there was what happened to me:

Do NOT I repeat DO NOT, agree to man the snack table, that thing is a trap if you don't know what you're doing. It will lead to nothing. But. Trouble.

Exhibit A - when a whole bunch of students come your way and one tries to make eye contact with you so you can serve them. You don't know what half of these sweets are called in French, let alone how much they are on the price list, and everyone is shouting out their orders. Do a Prince George:

You look away, look down and get to looking hella-busy rearranging crisp packets.

Exhibit B - when loud music and shouting makes you re-realise the poor quality of the French you've managed to acquire. You are NOT equipped to manage a snack table in Quebec in any way, shape or form without orders being repeated and sign language being incorporated.

Your face when you try and desperately clutch at the fading memory of
whatever it was they said they wanted to buy....

Exhibit C - you chose languages, writing, humanities and left maths in the dust a long time ago. That part of your brain died a long time ago. So when students ask for a whole bunch of $0-2 items and hand you a penny, you struggle for a whole 5 mins to work out that change without getting out the phone calculator. Or worse, you forget the price of something so you assign your own, then discover (when you bother to ask the teacher on the snack table with you to go over the prices one last time), you overcharged 20 students by 75 cents. Adopt your mother's philosophy and never admit you're wrong and just pray they don't bring it up.

^You show no outward reaction but inside you be like ^

I swear, the more I learn....the less I know.

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Monday, 28 April 2014

Anonymous 12:00 0

Lessons learned while supervising a school disco in Quebec {Part I}

Disclaimer: To protect the anonymity of my students and school/keep me out of prison/because I'm not that girl slyly photographing students all day long, I ill stick to gifs, memes and other photos to demonstrate my points.

I'd forgotten how much middle and secondary school age teaches you about life. Mean Girls, for all those that don't know, is the actual truth of life. Adolescence in education is the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, natural selection, all that. And seeing these kids made me remember when those same rules applied to me. Needless to say I was not at the top of my school food chain, not even close.

Boys

Now for you to fully understand the 'sugar and spice and everything nice' process that goes into making young Quebecois boys into young Quebecois men, something needs to be clarified. For all you lot who keep asking me-

So, who have you met in Canada?

So, what's Canada saying?

So, what's new in Canada?

You all are under the illusion that where I live, the male population walking around Quebec (all areas excluding Montreal, which is the New York of Canada #imo) look like this:

Constant smize action? Check. Ethnically ambiguous? Check.
Effortless North American badboy chic? Check.

When really, the vast majority of Quebecois boys (that I've seen) grow up to look like this:

Sorry guys, the image you have in your head belongs on a runway, not reality.

Anyway, I said all that to say that the whole 'look' can be boiled down to some basic elements. And the training to put this look together, and basically succeed at life and own adolescence, starts from around grade 5. No better place to see it get executed to perfection than at a school disco. So, let's have a look at what I learnt from les gars:-

You ain't worth jack if you don't have some form of hat action going on. Options include:

The trucker casquette for the traditional boys.

Alternative choices for those unique boys.

The backwards snapback for the conformists.

#SideNote Beibs' general appearance from the start of his career to now, from the neck up, is a pretty accurate representation of the hair/hat situation most boys here try and go for. Who knew?

A 'long hair don't care' mentality is integral to the majority of your crew:

is clearly the sponsor of all teenage boys in my town.

#SideNote they all claim to despise One Direction but they fully understand and embrace the power of long, un-brushed hair.....

A school dance is the perfect occasion for you to break out your hair gel and biker jacket that you still haven't grown into yet and the dance is inside.

It is in no way necessary for you to do any dancing, all you and your crew will do is walk around, steal each others hats for piggy in the middle, play fight or hang around in corners.

You need to make sure your flannel action is on lock. Otherwise once again, you ain't jack:

If it's not plaid, you better just keep your hoody on, bruh.

The only interactions with girls you can participate in directly is pushing them, taking selfies or photobombing them.

When the DJ drops LMFAO Party Rock, it's on. All bets are off. And if you can't shuffle, that's right you guessed it - you ain't jack.

don't be afraid to take the floor and shuffle solo....

or break out with your whole squad, all the kids who
know about life will be doing it with you.

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Monday, 17 March 2014

Anonymous 12:00 0

Cuba, que linda es Cuba....Oh, yeah....hi Quebec

OK. It's been more than a while since my last post. That is down to three reasons:

I went to Cuba
I wish I was still in Cuba
I came back to work in Canada. And Canada is not Cuba. Not even a little bit.

Me every time I'm alone and think about what I could be
doing in Havana right now...... *sigh*

Today ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I'm gonna level with you about this job, this country, and what the heck I'm gonna do with myself when I leave here. Don't worry, it won't be too too bleak, and of course I'll pad it out with anecdotes of the ridiculous things going on at school as per usual.

I've said this to Gwynne before but, if all you can do is pray for #HalfDayThursday and #PayDayFriday to get you through your job, you must not like it right? I mean. I like my school and working with my groups etc but I could never go so far as to say this is my passion. It feels weird to admit that I'm amongst the majority (I imagine) of ELAs out here who are doing these placements but actually have no intention of becoming teachers. My whole adolescent life people have been telling me I should be/would make a good teacher. And obviously, typical girl, I thought - puh-lease *neck roll* I am not doing that - but at every chance I got (aka my first year abroad), that's what I did. And I loved it. But I tell you this now. Primary school, ain't happening in my future. I can't, don't and won't see it. Unless God Almighty picks me up and dashes me in that playground, you won't see me there unless I'm picking up my (as yet unborn) children.

If I'm gonna teach kids I want them either fresh out the womb in kindergarten (nursery isn't even specific enough, 4 years and under) or old enough that I can dash them out of my class at a moment's (sp?) notice or I can speak to them on a level. One thing I can't get over though is how ridiculously exhausting teaching is. Like what is this?! I don't even work full time, luckily I get Fridays off and don't have a rammout timetable. How can these people even come into work every day still upright and smile when most days I'm in a constant state of:

until at least 10am (following an 8am start) is beyond me. The amount of patience required, and creativity - my DAYS the amount of worksheets and game and exercises I have to create for these fickle, short attention spanned kids is crazy - is not serious. If you thought Simon Cowell was tough to please and keep entertained try 6-12 year olds.

I'm telling you there is nothing worse than putting blood, sweat and tears into some elaborate worksheet or song or activity you are convinced they are gonna love and a child, or even a whole group of them has the audacity to stone face you like:

especially when you were asked to make those sheets for them (no, I'm still not over it in case you couldn't tell). It's just a joke, tbh.

Did I get out of bed for this? Did I, in the words of J.A.R traverser l'Atlantique for them to give me this response really? To be asked why they have to continue reading a book the whole class was set for the entire term to basically teach them all how to read/improve their reading in English and how to pick up their two hands and use a bilingual dictionary - the key to learning any language really.

#SideNote

In case you didn't know guys, the generation following ours/mine is fully and completely wack. This is the fallout from the touchscreen/internet era:

Unless it comes on a screen with a keypad, they don't know how to use it.
It took me weeks, months even, to establish that there are TWO A-Zs in ONE dictionary in TWO languages, and that if you don't know the word in my language (English) you look for it in yours, the one language you do know perfectly (French).
The act of flicking pages and searching for a word - which is usually right in front of them FYI - seems to send these lazy kids into some next bouts of fake depression.

Mate, bring back the cane or call SuperNanny or do something, this isn't a good look. The next generation is slaaaackin.

Unfortunately, at 23 years old and my extra long 6 year diversion at uni winding to a close, all the adults around me are starting to ask what I actually plan on doing with my life. I can only run away to so many countries before I have to find out the answer myself.....

Doesn't everybody know I've been making
this up as I go along for the past 8 years??

Don't worry though, I'm not saying that these past 6+ months of teaching have completely burnt me out or anything. I'm not showing up to work drunk, sleepy (apart from that one nap I had in the reading corner during break time...) or post-psychotic break telling myself over and over:

Rest assured if it was that deep I'd just go home....Actually, wait, no. That's a lie. My parents don't have money to waste flying me here there and everywhere, and I just plain don't have money - not grownup money anyway - for anything like that. So love it or hate it I'm staying. Thankfully, however, I know I'm here for a reason, so Ima learn whatever it is I'm here to learn then take that on home back to England and carry on with life.

Speaking of life, me and Gwynne's convos have been heading in one sole direction recently. We. Miss. Uni.

I never thought I would see the day.

I miss libraries; studying, being buried under piles of glorious, funky, old, crusty books. I miss fighting for computer spaces and laptop plug spots and then overtaking them for ridiculous periods of time. I miss researching for essays and - in my case - almost failing to turn them in. My days I miss lectures and knowledge [I know, I've gone off the deep end into full geek mode]. I miss rolling out of bed (and bathing obviously) and rolling into lectures with glasses, tracksuit and uggs (THAT'S RIGHT I'M THAT GIRL) and then giving side eye to/cutting my eye at all the girls coming in with a beat face, handbag and Zara runway clothes. I miss riding my bike around campus, hanging out with only students (with 4 uni's in one city Manchester is a student haven), in name brand and independent coffee shops. I miss halls, I miss having my whole life in one room. I miss G.A.N.G (the youth/student ministry of the church I go to in Manch - shout out to V.O.M =P ). Ugh. Give me all of it. Right now.

Of course though, I miss my family and friends more than anything. I miss my family's cooking, jokes, music. Everything about them, all the days we spend together - Chicken Fridays at Grandma's and Sunday Dinners at my house, BBQ's, sleepovers at friends. The lot. But soon come, innit. 2 and a bit months to go people!

Things I heard at school:

There is nothing more cringey than when a teacher, parent, guardian, relative, just the person one or several levels up from your generation says something along the lines of "I've had the pleasure of watching you grown into a young woman/man" .One poor girl had the pleasure of having that line delivered in front of the whole class because it was her last day (please note, my girl was not sad in any way to be leaving after 5 years with the same peeps....mmmmhmm). Who has not told these people about how weird that can sound? Watching someone grow up - I know no harm is intended but still. At the very least, it's proper embarrassing. Say anything. But that. Please and thank you. All younger generations.

Sitting with some of my grade 6 kids and they're telling me how their parents let them watch Supernatural (my guy has seen seasons 2-8, and that show is deep, not no kiddie show), Chuckie and all these next horror show things. Not to be rude, parent how you want etc but at the same time....where are your parents at fam? Obviously when you reach secondary school age your parents have less control over what you see and hear etc but in primary school, my parents weren't having a bar. Iunno, maybe it's just me. Under 13, you don't watch nothing higher than a 12. But okay then.

So, before I went to Cuba, I got me some box braids done (couldn't have my hair sweating out in the heat then breaking off when I returned to the cold). And I figured, between me and the other, what, black girls in the whole school, showing up with braids one day (which most of them wear a lot of the time) wouldn't be a big deal. Wrong.com. I hate the way children stare I do. I had to remind myself I was 23, can do what I want and it doesn't matter what hundreds of beady eyes think. Times like this I miss London where no-one bats an eyelid at hairstyles anymore.... Anyway, I had it from all sides, students and teachers. In the staffroom, saying it looks so cute, beautiful, picking up my braids and saying my God, isn't that heavy? and it took how long to get done?!. Grade 5 and 6 are the worst I swear. Put it in a high bun - why is your hair like that? (for one, what kind of question is that, as if I put no thought into it whatsoever or did it just so I could explain it to you...), it makes you look like you have two heads or one really big one (these times you just have to breathe and remember cussing out children who don't know any better is wrong, you will lose your job and be deported back home or something). On a side note, one of my grade 5 girls who obviously knows about life said it was vraiment cool even though she had obviously never seen anything like it. Students went to the other teacher and asked her, before being forced to ask me, if it was a wig. SWEAR DOWN. I had to have like 5 minutes of question time including demonstrating how to braid braids, plus explain why I got them, why I got black and not blue ones, and why I'm keeping them. Please, and they act like I'm the one from another planet. How much do these children not pay attention/not find common sense answers to their ridiculous questions.

Finally, there is lice at my school. The equivalent of the plague as far as education is concerned. So all my cute kids need to back it on up and not touch me for a few weeks. I'm already eye-balling the one's that have come in with a fresh haircut this week. I even forgot about it when one of my favourites hugged me in the hallway. Since then I've had nightmarish thoughts of those evil little demon parasites climbing up my braids like a long synthetic ladder....gotta figure out a way to duck her for a while.....Nowhere is safe and I'm not about to take out my braids, shave my head and go natural because of these children. No ma'am.

Last order of business. Can we talk about this weather for just a second! I do not understand the current state of Canada right now. Specifically Quebec because that's where I am right now.

MATE.

It is supposed to be springtime. How are we stillll ducking in and out of the -10s and -20s?! What foolishness is this???? How can the sun be blinding me all day long and yet it snows all night, afternoon and evening? Why must winter insist on topping up the snow levels. As if we're gonna run out of what's already here anyway. I imagine this was winter's reaction when everyone started going on about the "first day of spring" and the end to this freezer box of a country:

Spring has sprung, yeah?

I officially can't with this weather. As far as I can see, spring is dead or M.I.A. so I suggest we all pad up, order in takeaway/groceries and go to sleep until summer gets here. It works for bears and they don't seem like they're gonna be dying out any time soon so, goodnight ladies and gentlemen.

Oh wait.

Work this week. Yeah....nice.

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Saturday, 22 February 2014

Anonymous 14:00 0

LATE Updates: extended cheat days, Robocop [spoilers] and more

It finally happened, as we all - let's be honest - suspected it would.

My life has become the ^ above ^ .

Let me explain myself.

Before all of you lot get excited, some of you are on the couch right there with me, munching on something when you should be working it out for that summer boday/ #NewYearNewMe life change. But come on!

it's hard!

Commitment isn't easy when there's nothing but sugar pie, ice-cream, haribo, galaxy and pizza surrounding you (courtesy of your cousin visiting you from England and bringing you the goods/giving you the excuse to treat you both). And since she's been here the at home work outs have been dormant. Sorry PumpUp app, I know this has destroyed my weekly average now >.< .

In short. My cheat day, turned into a cheat week....and I have to be careful it doesn't snowball into a cheat life.

HOWEVER. The conspiracy does not end there. Since my supply teacher blissful workload vacation is over and I'm back to the activity planning grind etc - with the worksheets, vocab lists and all that - I haven't been able to go to Teacher's Zumba Club. Like I'm swamped with work. Can't even lie, the one time I changed into my workout gear and ran to our usual spot...tumbleweeds....and silent tears....No. One. Came. So I did what I could. Thursday we bumped into eachother in the hallway and confessed we were all ridiculously busy and will get back on it this Monday. We shall see. That's all Ima say.

My cousin cannot say I don't love her. In spite of the fact that I dragged her inexperienced behind around a skating rink, putting both our lives at risk, and almost had us left for dead in the snowy tundra that is St. Andre-Avelin when we went snow-shoeing. When she said she was up for the cinema and wanted to see the English version of Robocop, I did my non-driving duty. I navigated us through a 2 and a half hour journey from Buckinghamm to Hull (google that mess and see about life!) all in search of said version. Half the time I didn't know what i was doing, or if we would make it there and back alive. Don't worry I told her so everytime by some miracle (THANK you Jesus) each step of the journey was a success. Even when we made it 3/4 of the way back in the dark and I thought we were gonna have to sleep in a frosty bus shelter till the next bus came - I was wrong. All-in-all we spent about hours out of the house. Only 3 were spent in the cinema looool.

*SPOILERS*

How was Robocop? I give it a 7/10. It was sick. And I don't even really do action films when there's no romance plot or something else to counteract all that violence. But it had other elements, like, with every robot film - ethics, humanity, sacredness of life etc and even I guess to an extent euthanasia were brought into question. There were some eyebrow raising moments too though. And I'm sorry but this is where my America being the root of all war problems conspiracy shines through. Opening scene is robot drones and soldiers "liberating" Tehran. Obviously taking people out of their homes, with their hands up while giant robots roam the streets is not liberation. And OFC there is a suicide bomb attack, and the robot accidentally kills a young boy who ran out to defend his bomber father. This never gets addressed in the film. I'm just saying. Another one is the money side of the US, where billion dollar tycoons and politicians gamble away human life for the sake of a profit, bend the law and manipulate Robocop's humanity.

There was also a lot of gun violence and gore, and of course a few curse words. So why, may I ask were there under 10's in the audience? All these idiot parents brought their kids to see this and didn't even cover their eyes. Guns and stuff, ok if your kid owns video games that's nothing new but during sexytime scenes, when the boy gets killed and when Robocop's real body...or lack thereof....is shown. It's not kid friendly. Don't worry, Sam Jackson drove that point home when right at the end of the film in the last scene he let some strong F-bombs fly and every parent in the room just clenched. There was no way to un-hear it or stop it. So next time, just get a damn babysitter.

'Happy Teacher's Week
You're the best!'

As much as I love to complain about my school and how some of the staff seem to treat me. That school knows how to treat teachers. I'm just saying. So, last week as I said before in an earlier post was Teacher's Week - I didn't even know that existed. So I got hugs, kisses and ~~insincere~~ ~~forced~~ adoration from my students. It also meant we got treated to a free lunch:

Brownie bites, oatmeal bites, salad wraps, pasta, flavoured water.
My school is serious about this healthy lifestyle thing.....

Annnnnnnnnnnnd I even got a certificate from the school council for invaluable school service - we all did but still. I'm officially legit, a valued member of the school, whether the other teachers like me or not so HA!

Also, there was winter fun day at school which meant - grades 3-6 were gone for the day (hallelu!). Ofc one of the staff members also runs a strawberry farm/sugar shack so she rolled up in the playground and we all rolled hot maple syrup up on the snow with lolly sticks over last period:

After the first stick the sugar high is euphoric.

After the second you wanna be sick.

After the third you feel high again,
then it all comes crashing down, then
up almost bringing that sugary vomit forth.

And then there was Valentine's Day. Considering this is usually a 'dry as toast' holiday for me unless I'm with my ladies back home [VDay Massacre - ice-cream, pizza and criticism of chick flicks] the school VDay committee - ofc they have one, duh! - took care of the teachers, making the staff feel loved:

From the 6th to the 13th of February there will be little
treats provided by the VDay committee. Help yourselves <3.

Highlights included:

Fudge brownie bites.
Mini cherry oat cakes.
Moist, delicious banana cake slices
Chocolate covered almonds.
Dark chocolate covered fruit drops.

This week I've decided not to expose my kids and the ridiculous things they say sometimes, but I'll instead expose my classroom. Let's have a look see at some standout books I've found in the library shall we?

First. Praise be for having these books available - you know I put these on display rotation once I found them.

Found in the graphic novels/comics box - YES x1000
Clap for Shakespeare

I am buying this for my children. Straight.
It doesn't gloss over anything but explains
everything on a child's level. Sick book.
Sick message!

If you are in favour of equal representation etc
but are ruffled by this book - relax yourself and sit down.
I am so happy to see books like this can still be out at
Christmas time(yes I know He wasn't born then jam your hype).
Even in a preferentially secular place like Quebec, equalirty
and variety of views and beliefs still have a place. Even in
my classroom library. So, shout outs to my beliefs!
Nativity story <3
#CantBeatTheMangerBaby

Now. After seeing all those positive, power forward books all of which carry important messages, are of great quality and are excellently written for children - and me, as I was so happy when I found them that I read them- check this hot mess of a book:

A.k.a. The Colonisation Of Canada : How we also stole land from the First Nations people,
The US weren't the only ones!

"From the lands of kings and queens", whose rule they were
fleeing though I swear? #NewWorldNewRules I thought...
"Found riches" - took
Mate, you were given/shown/stole resources from the people
who were already living there. Found is a synonym of discover,
you can't discover if you weren't first.
And ofc you will catch fish if you are at waters edge and are on a boat fam.
The fish have also been living there from day.

Casually ploughing their way through someone else's country. But wait,
it's ok because they brought trains.
Rapid transportation, love Europe,
you're welcome.
Not.

I love how all the First Nations are just chilling by the water then looking
up like "Say what?!" "Oh SNAP!" and all the 'Canadians' are hi-ho-ing away
rinsing out the land.

My friend.
You are writing about cars, but you fail to explain how suddenly
black people just "appeared" in Canada and they, as well as First Nations
are now all happily wearing western clothes and chilling, working and
driving. If you can't fill in the gaps for the children, don't tell the story
man. Refer to the aforementioned books to see how it's done.
Smh, I hope they get the real story in Grade 6 or high school...

Oh! Zumba is still going. Recent developments include:

Me when my tune comes on in class and I think I'm the business.

Me being upgraded to 'the set pace' section at the front. Before you get excited no I'm not a zumba beast now, numbers dropped after Christmas. I figured I barely know what to do anyway let me go up front and see what she's doing so I can try and mirror a little better. Plus the grannies said I should go in front so they don't have the pressure of being in that section. So I'm now a barely certified pace setter lol.
It was short lived. Gone are the days of me being carefree at the front of the class- I'm the only one my age and I already stick out for obvious reasons so I mainly just accept I look ridiculous and go for gusto like Pittsey here.

When girls like THIS show up to 'take a class'.

How I am going to win the SonicBoom Challenge

It's bad enough my instructor is like this chick.

This is because the inevitable has happened. Girls my age (or younger- GOD FORBID!) have infiltrated the class. With their high sleek ponytails, skin-tight yoga pants and crop tops -THAT'S RIGHT. All is officially lost. I have yet to look back and check if they are pace setters who secretly crack up at me flailing around trying to keep tempo and do combination moves, sweating out my perm and unintentionally shaking everything that my mama gave me and I probably never will. I've seen them, and while they smile and are friendly, they have no need to be here imo. It's like a chef taking another chef's cooking class for the lols - why are you here though?