I’m currently drinking a lovely Assam tea, reading a Tea Shop Mystery, and trying to decide whether to post my dancing rant or a victorious homeschool post. I had to bring out my great-grandmother’s tea pot for the occasion. So off to pretend to make a decision.
The weather is definitely signaling that spring is here. I spent the Friday thru Sunday at work, so I missed the heat wave. Now we’ve begun the April showers. With spring comes my NY mandated quarterly report, and this year, NY homeschool mandated standardized tests. Homeschoolers can’t opt out of these. We do get to choose which brand of test we would like to take. I decided to go with the PASS Test, since it is made withhomeschoolers in mind.
Little Mop Top is finishing 5th grade. She went to public school through 3rd grade, so she knows about testing. She is an anxious test taker. She also has ADHD (something I didn’t believe in until I met my daughter). Timed tests do not work for her. She reads nothing and just picks answers because she’s afraid she’s going to run out of time. Thankfully, the PASS test is untimed. It’s three sections. We do one section a day.
Today Little Mop Top woke with a stomachache. We all know why. Darn test that we’re forced to take. So, I brought out the pretty tea pot and a pretty cup and she’s ready for some peppermint tea sipping while she tests. Life is always a bit better with tea.
I started this blog partly because of the heavy stuff. That stuff you need to get off your chest but that non dance people don’t understand. I’ve been reading most of the dance blogs regularly for a year now and I feel similarly to everyone here. Dance is such a breaking and healing experience. It strips you naked in front of others so they can see the bruises, forcing you to look at these imperfections, and begins the healing process because when you finally expose yourself, recovery begins. That may have been too much, but it’s how I feel. I can’t throw all my issues into one post. It is not easy to put this out there. I don’t like to talk about these weak spots, but I need to. Dance has impacted every aspect of my life. The learning goes beyond the studio. I know I’m not the best writer and I’m just learning how to express my feelings. Hopefully I’ll get better with time and you’ll all stick with me.
Now I’m going to have a cup of tea and forget that I just posted this. Happy dancing, everyone!