Journey of a Dance Teacher

The journey started when I was ten years old.

My mother, a ballroom dance teacher, took me to see the ballet ‘Giselle’. It was presented by the English company ‘Ballet  Rambert’  From start to finish I was utterly inspired.

 

 

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The journey started when I was ten years old.

My mother, a ballroom dance teacher, took me to see the ballet ‘Giselle’. It was presented by the English company ‘Ballet  Rambert’  From start to finish I was utterly inspired.

‘When can I start ballet classes?’ was my constant question for the rest of the week.

My lessons commenced the following Saturday. I was the oldest child in the class, but I didn’t mind. Being older I learned quickly, and soon shot up through the grading system. As a young teenager I commenced teaching some of my mother’s dance pupils in her dance studio at our home in Epsom. In my early twenties I married and had four delightful children. My love of dance and teaching never waned.

When my children were off my hands I commenced combining travel with attending workshops and seminars in NZ and overseas. Being a dance teacher doesn’t mean getting your qualifications, opening a syllabus book and start teaching. As with any profession or craft one has to endeavor to advance and improve one’s knowledge. I have attended workshops and seminars in New Zealand, Australia Finland and England. I’ve taught at my step son’s English academy in Japan. An international conference in Finland was an enriching experience for my students and helpers. Prior to the conference we took a train to St Petersburg where we enjoyed forty eight hours.

As well as telling the story of my passion to teach dance; the words take the reader on a journey back more than half a century; times have changed.

ENJOY THE JOURNEY.