When you just look back

In the previous post, I wrote something about going to a dance lesson. Last weekend, I did participate in my first dance lesson. It’d be wise to write down what happened and how I’m feeling about it before this memory would have been passed.

So the first tragedy was happened already before it started. I went to 7 PM on Sunday. The first thing lady on the counter said was “it was from 4 PM today”.. I think “moan” was the right word to describe how I felt. I misunderstood the schedule of the Saturday’s course as Sunday’s. As you cannot go back to the past, there was no way for me to take that lesson on Saturday. Fortunately, because it was Saturday, I could still attend on Sunday.

Unfortunate thing was finding my partner. Since it was the first lesson, those who didn’t have his / her partner actually came at 3 PM or so (at least before the first lesson started). The lady at the counter tried to find someone on the list and made a call. One person was available and said she’d be coming to the lesson on next day (Sunday).

So the next day, I met with this person. The first thing I heard from this person, however, was “Since I’m working on rather irregular shift, I cannot come to the lesson from next time”. So immediately after I found someone, I needed to start finding someone else (the lesson itself was okay, by the way).

After the lesson, I explained the lady what happened, and asked her what would happen if I end up finding no one at all. The answer was simple “You have to drop the class, and wait until the next course starts”. Eventually I was to be contacted by this person in a day or two.

On next day, I got an email from this person. After exchanging emails, we decided to attend the one on Wednesday. It turned out to be okay (at least to me), and we decided to stay dance partners at least till the end of this course. So that’s about what happened so far. The third lesson would be on next Wednesday.

While being in the class, I realized I was not enjoying myself as I’d thought. The reason is sipmle ; there’s a huge gap between where I stand now and where I would like myself to be. It shall take time until I’d really enjoy what I do there. First part is always the toughest, but I’m already excited how I’d feel in 6 months after going through (probably) 2 courses of dancing.