I've been taking dancing lessons in a gym for about a week. Dance styles include hip hop, jazz, pole dance, Chinese dance, belly dance, and aerobics. All lessons are introductory for amateurs like myself. Dancing is a fun way to exercise. I feel energized and refreshed after working up a good sweat in the dance studio. Though clumsy, I enjoy most of the lessons.
However, I could’t bring myself to finish my lesson tonight, mostly because I could not stand the teacher. The teacher was a guy teaching a feminine dance style. To say the least, he danced like a guy. I did’t have to be an expert to tell he was not a very good dancer. His moves were half-hearted and perfunctory. Worse still was his attitude – impatient and patronizing. I was under the impression that he either hated his job or just had a very bad day. Needless to say, it was not enjoyable to follow his moves.
The shorts I was wearing were not airy enough, which added to my discomfort. I should have put on baggy shorts so that my sweat could evaporate quicker. After struggling for twenty minutes, I decided to leave.
