exercise gives you endorphins. endorphins make you happy. happy people just don't shoot their husbands.

ballet class monday was taught by a sub named thea.  she had a piercing that went through the bridge of her nose and tattoos all up and down her right arm, and she wore sweatpants and mismatched socks.  when i saw her in the lobby before the class before us let out, i assumed she was a student in another class - not ballet.  but when the broadway class left, she walked in with the rest of us and started fiddling with the cd player.  our regular teacher has been out all semester with morning/all day sickness, so i've been used to the slew of substitutes.  i've liked them all, but nobody has worked us as hard as danielle.

thea did.  thea was cool and used sixth position in the warm up and told us "femurs out!" a million and one times.  she had us pirouette from flat instead of plie and without pressuring our knees out.  we did insanely difficult petite allegro combinations while she spewed rapidfire feedback at us.  she asked if we wanted to stretch or grande allegro two minutes before class let out, and when we chose the latter, she shot a combination at us and we all just did it.  boom.  it was the best class i've had since summer, and i left sweating and happy.