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All muscles ache, and I like it. Twice a week the evenings of dance "Latino" by a half hour. But this is not enough. Now I wonder where you take the time to the pool. Swimming and dancing perfectly complement each other. When went for a swim, not enough dancing. But now the opposite.
The funny thing is - we are with Henri in the same group. He was the youngest there:) have a great coach, I'm happy. After the coach of ballroom dancing, which I had as a child in Tbilisi, all the rest seem to me the angels.
That was crazy, a real psycho. But undoubtedly al. He did not release the child until he had not properly complied with all the parameters. And his partner in dance and part-wife, who taught us with him, his complete opposite - soft and friendly woman. I wonder how they get along? Or, perhaps, therefore, went hand in hand?
If we noise in the classroom - the coach came in turn to each of us closer in his face and looking straight into his eyes screamed until redness. Children of strikes against the tears, especially girls. But I do not cry, and it infuriated him even more. He once complained to my dad: "When I cry, it does not give even her eyes, looks at me defiantly. " In fact, everything was simpler. When some began to cry, looking at them I was making fun of when he reached me, I'm just trying to hide a smile at a frown.
Something I went to the memories. But here's something to think about. If I learned that my son one of the teachers as screaming, I would took action. I wonder why our parents left is the coach's behavior without attention? Or maybe it was the norm in the scoop?
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