Dorothy Carter, A dance teacher leaves her mark
I can't remember when I didn't love to dance. I just makes my heart sing. It sets my spirit free. But along with school and
other childish things, I left dancing behind when I 'grew up'.
One of my favorite memories came as a surprise. It was a class like all the others. A Ballet
class this time. I was pushing myself to do better and dreaming of becoming a ballerina. We
were doing an excersise for the head instructor, Dorothy Carter, or Mrs. Carter as she was
called. My group had already gone. So, instead of watching, whispering or waiting for further
instruction, I continued with my goal to nail a triple pirouette.
I found a quite corner at the barre and started. Turning again and again. Then suddenly
like the wind just blew me around, I did it. As I landed in a plie, I stood there just
staring in the mirror and let this new accoplishment sink in. I turned around to see
if anybody else saw this grand and wonderful triple pirouette. Nothing, Nobody. I turned
back to the mirror and and privately congratulated myself.
That's when the music stopped. I turned to the front of the class. There was Mrs. Carter,
smiling at me. She said, 'You think that nobody saw, but I saw.' Then she announced to
the class that, 'Marilyn just did a perfect triple pirouette.' My heart burst and I was floating. My
head instructor was proud of me and further more was praising me in front of the class. Not the
ususal behaviour of a British Dame! I think I was on a cloud till I surrendered to sleep that
night. Even then, I probably dreamed of Sugar Plum Fairies and Floating Swans.