This was my illegal, flashless photo of the BYU dancers. They were perforing a modern dance designed to honor the survivors of the Great Depression, oddly enough. The dances were all over the map, including Norah Jones, a 'Stomp' imatation, and the Great Depression.
There was one extra that very much added to the contrast. In the 'intermission' there was a performance by the NeoClassical dancers, who were a Taiwanese troupe performing traditional Chinese dance. It was stunning visually, although very slow moving compared to the American modern dance.
Funny story. We went to see the BYU show last Friday night, during the whole 'Company Fiasco.' So, at the time, I was 100% sure that I had lost my job and wouldn't be able to come back to FuHsing next year. So my emotions were haywire, furiously angry and really disappointed. Anyway, I got out my camera to take another flashless photo of the Chinese dancers for my blog. But some guy standing next to me put his hand in front of my lense and said "No Pictures." He was very polite about it, but it was just too much. I started to cry. Bawl would be an accurate word. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I had to work to catch my breath. Needless to say, he left as soon as the dance was over. I wonder what he thought of me, "psycho foreigner" probably. But for that weekend when I thought I wouldn't be able to come back, I felt like crying whenever I thought about leaving my students. I don't know how teachers who have new students every year do it.
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I think I know where you were coming from. It happens (to me too, at least). At work, most recently. Just one a**hole customer too many and --waterworks. How embarassing. I hope they don't think it was all about them. Things build up.
Are you feeling better now?
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