It was a good class, with lots of encouragement and gentle correcting from a very nice instructor, but I struggled, like a lot. Naturally I was the only student in the class without a dance background, and of course, I have been in pain for the last two days. Who knew I had so many muscles in so many places?
As I squeezed them into the box like puzzle pieces, I realized what an eclectic library I have amassed: dictionaries in Spanish, Tagalog and French (none of which I've managed to master); various Greek/Roman classics (I really loved and miss my CLCV courses at Wellesley with Prof. Gilhuly); a Book of Spells (not the "eye of newt" variety; a gift from my best friend since childhood); an assortment of books on social entrepreneurship (from a course by the same name I took at Harvard last year); a handful of non-fiction, murder-psychoanalysis accounts (I'll be reading While They Slept on my way to Nigeria - side note: rescheduled for mid-May); some VC Andrews novels from home; and - despite an exorbitantly priced, but impressive, private school education - perhaps my favorite book of all time, Harold and the Purple Crayon. Although a lot of them were required reading for school, I am still fairly impressed with the fact that I have read most of the lot from cover-to-cover.
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