Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The perils of being a male ballet student

One thing I've learned from being a male ballet student is that it's impossible to blend into the crowd or otherwise stay anonymous. In a school with well over a hundred adults taking classes I suspect I could count the number of men who take classes regularly on two hands. I'd guess there's one male for every 20 female adult students, if that. When I check in before class I rarely have to give my name to any of those who staff the desk.

I was reminded of this when I went to pick up my tickets to the Spring Concert at the will-call desk. The woman sitting there often checks me in before classes, and when she saw me she remarked, "Oh! I know you!" and pulled out the envelope with my tickets. This after not having set foot in the place for six weeks.

Sometimes it's nice to be recognized. :-D

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