Thoughts on the first real class

So, having meaningful conversations while doing burning stretches was a new experience for me, but I suppose it helps to diffuse any awkward tension from such a conversation through the pain in our muscles. I can't say I've had too many revelations from the class so far, but it's early days. I am enjoying the text of the Ramayana; I've had exposure to Hindu temples and festivals, but never actual beliefs and texts. It's reminscent of some Western epics and is by far my most enjoyable reading this semester. (Also, for the first time I know where the name for Garuda airlines comes from). I suppose that all I can say right now is that I'm looking forward into seeing how the text is translated into dance form, and I'm particularly interested to see the other members of the class bring their own unique talents to the project. Also, slightly anxious about having to take my shirt off and dance in a skirt-like outfit. I think most of the semester is going to be about building up my courage to do that in front of a bunch of people. Right then. A dancer needs his beauty sleep...