Post by *Spanglestar on Aug 23, 2008 19:48:42 GMT -5
My first glimpse of Chandler was in June 2005. As I sat down on the floor, I realized that there was a boy in our class. Yuck! I thought. This is going to be horrible. I did not want him to be in our class. It was my second year of doing the Nutcracker, and I didn’t want some weirdo boy to ruin it.
It was a few days before my birthday, and I would turn 8. I told them I was 7 so I could be a mouse. Since I first saw the Nutcracker I had always wanted to be one! But Chandler was 7 too so he was also going to be a mouse. There were only 6 of us, so I was doomed to be close to Chandler.
During most of the dance, I was one person away from him, which suited me fine. But my luck ran out when we had to do a ring around the rosy circle. I had to be in his circle, and I had to hold hands with him.
I never wanted to do that from the start. Why did I have to be in his circle? It wasn’t fair! And he had sticky fingers. All I wanted was to be away from him.
But the worst didn’t come yet. Chandler, hyper, as he still is now, had way too much energy from the circle. And since he was a boy, he had to wear jazz shoes with a hard heel. He hopped too much in that circle. And he always stepped on my foot.
It hurt really badly. I tried to ignore it, and hop around on one foot when it hurt the most, but it still stung after class. Mom told me he was cute, and I thought she was joking. Chandler cute? Give me a break! I thought miserably.
A few times I was tempted to kick him to knock some sense into him. I’m pretty sure I actually tried it once. But he just laughed, or ignored it. He continued to step on my foot. I dreaded that it would happen at the performance.
In September, when class started, he was in my tap class with Miss Chris. I hated him for stepping on my foot, and ignored him completely. But I had Sarah to talk and play with, so who needed Chandler? Right?
At the Nutcracker, Chandler was hyper as ever. There were two performances. The first one went fine, with no Chandler-stepping-on foot annoyances. I was pretty happy that one had gone by successfully. But what about the next performance?
The next day, the first part of the dance went fine. But when it was time for the circle, Chandler jumped around like a kangaroo on a trampoline. I almost lost my grip on his hand a few times. The other girl in our circle’s hat fell off part of the way. I tried to help her with my free hand, and Chandler did the same. Finally we got it back on her, and did the ring around the rosy for a few seconds more. We were late to get off to the other side, so the other girl was late to be picked up by soldiers, Chandler was late to do cartwheels across the floor, and I was late to be jumped over by soldiers. But the rest of the dance after that was okay.
I was pretty happy that that was over with, and wished Chandler to be out of my life now. But he was still in my tap class.
Now, as I think about it, I have a feeling that something locked in my heart when I first saw Chandler. But I was too young to know it was there, and too young to reach in and make it stronger. By the end of our Grease Lightning class, I think I finally realized it was there, but didn’t know how to make it stronger. But finally, on Wednesday, December 12, 2007, I rapidly made it stronger and identified it as love. Every day it got stronger and more complex, stopping for a short while at the end of January. But before Valentine’s Day, strong teasing from Skye and Mom helped make it better again. Love launched and skyrocketed. Finally, now, no five minutes go by without me thinking of Chandler at least twice.
When we started to learn the Istanbul dance, we had to sit on the floor and kick our leg up in the air. Hmmm, I thought. Is this supposed to be inappropriate?
THE END (of Part 1) Was that inappropriate?
*laughing out loud!*
It was a few days before my birthday, and I would turn 8. I told them I was 7 so I could be a mouse. Since I first saw the Nutcracker I had always wanted to be one! But Chandler was 7 too so he was also going to be a mouse. There were only 6 of us, so I was doomed to be close to Chandler.
During most of the dance, I was one person away from him, which suited me fine. But my luck ran out when we had to do a ring around the rosy circle. I had to be in his circle, and I had to hold hands with him.
I never wanted to do that from the start. Why did I have to be in his circle? It wasn’t fair! And he had sticky fingers. All I wanted was to be away from him.
But the worst didn’t come yet. Chandler, hyper, as he still is now, had way too much energy from the circle. And since he was a boy, he had to wear jazz shoes with a hard heel. He hopped too much in that circle. And he always stepped on my foot.
It hurt really badly. I tried to ignore it, and hop around on one foot when it hurt the most, but it still stung after class. Mom told me he was cute, and I thought she was joking. Chandler cute? Give me a break! I thought miserably.
A few times I was tempted to kick him to knock some sense into him. I’m pretty sure I actually tried it once. But he just laughed, or ignored it. He continued to step on my foot. I dreaded that it would happen at the performance.
In September, when class started, he was in my tap class with Miss Chris. I hated him for stepping on my foot, and ignored him completely. But I had Sarah to talk and play with, so who needed Chandler? Right?
At the Nutcracker, Chandler was hyper as ever. There were two performances. The first one went fine, with no Chandler-stepping-on foot annoyances. I was pretty happy that one had gone by successfully. But what about the next performance?
The next day, the first part of the dance went fine. But when it was time for the circle, Chandler jumped around like a kangaroo on a trampoline. I almost lost my grip on his hand a few times. The other girl in our circle’s hat fell off part of the way. I tried to help her with my free hand, and Chandler did the same. Finally we got it back on her, and did the ring around the rosy for a few seconds more. We were late to get off to the other side, so the other girl was late to be picked up by soldiers, Chandler was late to do cartwheels across the floor, and I was late to be jumped over by soldiers. But the rest of the dance after that was okay.
I was pretty happy that that was over with, and wished Chandler to be out of my life now. But he was still in my tap class.
Now, as I think about it, I have a feeling that something locked in my heart when I first saw Chandler. But I was too young to know it was there, and too young to reach in and make it stronger. By the end of our Grease Lightning class, I think I finally realized it was there, but didn’t know how to make it stronger. But finally, on Wednesday, December 12, 2007, I rapidly made it stronger and identified it as love. Every day it got stronger and more complex, stopping for a short while at the end of January. But before Valentine’s Day, strong teasing from Skye and Mom helped make it better again. Love launched and skyrocketed. Finally, now, no five minutes go by without me thinking of Chandler at least twice.
When we started to learn the Istanbul dance, we had to sit on the floor and kick our leg up in the air. Hmmm, I thought. Is this supposed to be inappropriate?
THE END (of Part 1) Was that inappropriate?
*laughing out loud!*