So, a couple of weeks ago I filled in for another teacher and taught the petite hip hop class. I was a nervous wreck. And their average age is 8, y'all. But, I did it. It was actually fun. One of the girls had some really cool gloves that I wore to make myself feel totally hip. Ill? Dope? Okay, I felt like a dork, but it was fun. One of the girls even said it was the funnest hip hop class ever! I am pretty sure she meant FUNNIEST, but hey, I'll take what I can get. :)
Now, I've been asked to fill in for the teen class and I'm getting an ulcer and sweatin' like a man. In case you don't understand this anxiety, let me give you a glimpse at how I look doing hip hop:
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Seriously. On top of that our studio owner was telling me that these girls sport some 'tudes and do some eye rolling. I am going to have to establish some serious authority by tomorrow night or they are going to WALK ALL OVER ME. Josh said I should threaten to call him and have him come preach for an hour if they don't get with the program. What do you think? Do you think that will work?
Last night I mentioned I needed some songs for the class. Let's face it, hip hop music is not exactly my forte. I mean, my jazz class is dancing to a song from 1983. Well, Josh started flipping through our music channels on TV and said, "Hey, here's one for you!" Hip Hop Classics. Classics. Ha! He's so funny! BTW, am I that old that there is such a thing now as Hip Hop Classics? Remember when Hip Hop was new? I was busy doing something and not paying attention to the TV when all of a sudden I said, "Hey! I know that song!" Um, yeah, he had changed the channel and it was LISA LISA AND THE CULT JAM. There are no adjectives for my level of uncoolness. They are going to eat me alive. At least maybe I can dress the part. I'll just wear some baggy jeans backwards and a neon colored shirt with a baseball cap sideways. That's still the style.....right??????????????