Last night's class was pretty all right, apart for the fact that we didn't learn additional steps to the choreography, which made me wonder if the teacher was skiving.

We did turns last night.

The teacher (I believe his name is Marcus) said I spotted while turning, but I could be sharper in my turn.

All right. Point noted.

My jazz walk is still wonky, but I am working on it. I need to remember to maintain a low c.g. and be on bended knees the whole time.

Point noted.

Stronger arms! No limping ones! Don't drop them!

Power! Follow the line! Energy is supposed to radiate from the arms!

Use your hips to sashay in the walk!

Use your back! It will make a whole lot of difference when you start engaging them!

Oki. Oki. I will remember.

...

Nearing the end of the lesson, Marcus told us that we must practise if we want to improve.

Yes, I know what he means. Because just with that one practice that I had on Mon, I felt so much more confident during class.

And yes, I want to improve. I want to, I want to, I want to.

...

I didn't practise today. I am tired.

I will resume tomorrow.

I must be disciplined enough to resume tomorrow.