This is about my First Ballet Teacher. My sister must have gone to her ballet studio in Victoria when she was six. And I went when I was ten. And I understand exactly what Heather meant at her wedding about our ballet teacher being a part of the family. She's... just something special. It seems like whenever a student of hers makes a big commitment to dance, she becomes a supportive, thoughtful... friend. That there's a mutual respect between student and teacher. Even though nearly every, (or perhaps every single) student leaves her to study dance in a more intensive atmosphere, (she's in a small, private studio. One can't have one's entire dance education there... I don't think.) Anyhow, even when the students leave, off to study, and then out into the world, The Ballet Teacher remains a part of them, and an important friend to call about advice. Be it about dancing, career choice, or life in general. She's a pillar upon which her students build up their lives.

I can't describe it well. Perhaps I can't describe it at all. But it's something I recently discussed with an other old student of the ballet studio, (who's now teaching dance.) And we agree that this ballet teacher... gave us all so much more than just lessons on how to... dance nicer. And I agree with all my heart, that she would be considered part of the family.