Alex Von Alles

The Teacher

The Teacher I met Sally in a dance class in New York City. At first we seldom spoke to each other, I was so focused on getting my steps and the technique right at the eyes of this instructor who sat there shouting comments at us all and with so much reputation behind her, I wanted to get this one thing right. Sally was cute, full of sparkle, long mane of bright hair, so sunny Sally, blonde bordering on redhead. And she didn’t give a shit, but in a nice way, she was always laughing and giggling and she had a life of her own, unlike me, always struggling and warding off the eyes of prejudice. I never felt really welcome and a lot of these dancers were just so rude.