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Ballerina Scouts

Once a week I exchange my usual uniform - t-shirt and jeans/khakis - for t-shirt, jeans/khakis with an extra large tan shirt emblazoned with "Boy Scouts of America" in red thread. I wear it well.

Last den meeting, another leader had planned to do a physical fitness component but got a little green around the gills. In order to pass this requirement, the boys were to perform a bunch of specific stretches before engaging in combat activities.


I grabbed Liz's manual and looked at the stretches. I had all the boys line up in front of me and demonstrated each stretch. They looked at me with concentration and followed me exactly. Just for fun, I tried the "warrior" yoga pose. They followed me. Could they do ballet? I put my feet and hands in second position. I went through
plié, relevé, grand plié. Each boy followed me without question. I pushed it a little further with rond de jambe, tendu, and finally demi-plién transitioning into glissade. I stopped myself before attempting fouetté rond de jambe en tournant. That would be obvious.

"Are you teaching us Yoga poses?" one 9 year old boy asked with a disgusted look on his face.

I could honestly say that I was not.

Comments

  1. Tee hee. They will thank you later. Football players learn ballet!

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  2. Hahaha- Since they are 9 is it a Bear den?

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  3. If anyone had asked, I'd have said they were ninja training moves...cuz maybe they are...who knows, I'm not a ninja!

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  4. I like Junes answer...tell them they are ninja moves!

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  5. Hilarious!

    And cute new look, btw!

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  6. Oh to have been a fly on the wall!

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  7. Oy! I have learnt that ballet is great for self-defense! Teach boys that a grand battement is an excellent attack with proper aim.

    I for one, would have been stunned if you'd gotten them to perform a fouetté rond de jambe en tournant in one session. If so, I would beg of you to come help me work on mine! :)

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