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As a former student many years ago, 16 to be exact, I had the time of my life. I look back fondly on my childhood and ""growing up"" at the studio. I continue to share friendships with many of my dance classmates as we share the special bond of ballet and Miss B. Miss B. would push us to bring out our best and I am so grateful. She taught us about hard work and dedication. She taught us about life and we were so prepared for life when we left. Sure it was tough to balance school and dance, but so worth it. \r
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As a student, I've seen some disgruntled students along with some obnoxious, pushy, mean parents during my time. This, unfortunately, is a reality with any adolescent activity. There is competition, for example, to be the best football player, track star, gymnist and in this case, dancer. Dance is competitive no doubt about it. Some students (and their parents) can't handle the reality of their own ability in dance. Not all dance students make it as a prima ballerina or professional football player and thats okay. It's what you come take from it.However, how can one blame a dance instructor for their own inadequecies or failures? Perhaps a look within yourself will be the answer to one's demise, and not a dance teacher. It's so unfair. \r
I personally did not choose dance as a career, but have a deep appreciation for the arts, ballet and Miss B. She has taught me alot growing up. I feel I can handle anything that comes my way. Now as a mom of two boys, I understand the committment needed for all activities. My boys are into sports, but I still manage to catch The Adventures of Rudolph and the annual student recital in June, which are wonderful. It's like my little Miss Boughton fill for the year. Some of my ""old"" dance classmates have kids at the ballet school with Miss B., 2nd generation so to speak, and love it. For me, its a time to reflect and wish I could still hear some of her crazy sayings and be a student again. I loved it there!
Pros: Teacher, Instruction and Performances
Cons: Nothing
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