Nevertheless, I started off slowly by practicing my forward crossovers every once in a while as I skated around the rink, and then occasionally took corners of the ice (people do this during the lunchtime skating sessions because there aren't as many people at the rink then as there are on weekend days.) to practice my t-stops. I can do these successfully most of the time, but only when I am looking down at my feet; for some reason I need to be looking down to make sure my back foot is turned out enough. I know that I should just pay attention to (a) feeling my hip being adequately turned out and (b) assuring that my back blade hits the ice properly, but, at this point, I haven't mastered this stop without looking down. This is how I fell. After several points of accidentally sticking my toepick in the ice and successfully renavigating myself, I finally fell on my knee. I just realized I could have put the Hello Kitty icepack my mom bought for me on it! Shoot!
In other news, I just went to the music library and picked up 8 books on the baroque period, which is something I hope to study for my project for my course on French Culture until 1789. We'll see how that works.
This project might kill us, if ice skating falls don't take you out first. Be careful, lady! Who else will be my buddy in Latin?
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