The universe is letting me down. Three summers ago, I got all excited about this tap class I was going to take. I went to the first class, it was great, and then the instructor had a family emergency and the class got cancelled. Major bummer. Shortly after that, we got busy with moving and everything, and then we got here, and I looked into tap classes again. It’s hard to find adult tap classes for beginners, and I’d rather not join a class with toddlers. I found a studio that offered exactly what I wanted, called, and they told me that the class would start in July. Great! So excited. I remembered this past weekend, checked their website – yup, beginner adult tap scheduled to start this very Tuesday. As in TODAY.
So, TODAY, I called. I wanted to be sure it was actually starting, find out how much it was going to cost, what I should wear, if there’s anything else I should know….and the answer to the last bit was yes. There was something else I should know, and THAT is that the class is NOT for beginners. Apparently, there wasn’t enough interest, so it’s an intermediate class, continuing where the class from last spring left off. I have learned that I cannot fake my way through an intermediate dance class, so that’s out. I left messages at a couple of other places, but there just aren’t very many. The university and the community college aren’t any help, either.
Frustration is my new state of being.