Dance Teacher Mondays.
It’s Monday and it’s raining. Isn’t that a great sign that I am supposed to stay in bed, or in my corner, reading a book, drinking coffee and relaxing. It’s a Sunday kind of Monday. I am preparing for the wacky dance teacher hours ahead.
Too bad! I did have a little sleep in this morning. The rain made it a difficult to get out of bed. I was suppose to be at the gym about 8.30am, I got there at just after 9 :). I felt great afterwards though and I am glad I dragged myself out of bed.
Mondays to me are funny days. I spend pretty much all Saturday at dance with our Eisteddfod kids, along with my fellow eisteddfod team dance teachers. It is a huge day. Saturday night, I was showered and dressed in my Pjs by 6.00pm. Big Saturday night for me! Sunday is the only day, I haven’t got dance. I try to relax on Sunday or ‘do’ something fun, but I feel that Monday mornings should be part of my weekend , it is suppose to be two days isn’t it?. At least I try to start my Mondays with a coffee and reading my latest book. It is calming and quiet, before my hectic Dance Teacher week begins.
My Work Day Begins at 3pm
Dance teachers have unusual hours of work. Dance teachers are gearing up to start work, when most others are winding down their work day. I remember when I had an office job, 3.00pm was Afternoon Tea, a time for coffee or tea, a chat and something sweet, as the afternoon weariness crept in. Now 3.00pm is a time I am at the studio, organising myself for the classes ahead.
Sometime the 3 o’clock yawns visit, but you have to take a breath and just start, the energy comes and the kids make it fun. Lots of kids come straight from school, full of energy and chatter. The temptation of the open space is a little too much for some and the running around begins. The noise levels increase, until it’s time to start classes.
The students come in, they dance, they chat, hopefully they have fun. One group leaves through one door and the next enter through the other. The afternoon turns to night. I usually have younger students first and end the night with older students. The classes are smaller and a lot quieter. Older students are less exhausting. You tell them what to do and they do it. It seems we spend half our lessons with the little dancers, putting them into their places. Going to the corner, takes forever to sort out, especially with a large class. Older students just go.
Classes finish and it is time to pack up and drive home, at a time when most people have eaten dinner, packed the dishwasher or done the washing up ( if you lived in my house) and are now settled down in front of the TV. I am usually starving by then. It can be anywhere between 8.00 – 9.00 pm at this time. (I know teachers who teach until 10pm!) .
After spending all afternoon talking to and listening to students, my ears and brain are usually spent. It is time to unwind, shower, eat dinner (usually prepared by my fab husband) and then let my brain go to total mush in front of a DVD series. I manage to make my way to bed, anytime from 10.30 to whenever I drag myself off the lounge chair. Up not so early the next morning to do it all again.
It is a different set of work hours, but I find when it is holidays, I get a bit fidgety in the afternoon, when I don’t have anything to do. Being a “normal” person just isn’t really for me. But sometimes, it would be nice to have a lazy Monday morning start to my week.