[center][b]Jean[/b]
Jean sat with a graceful stillness reserved for dancers, large amber eyes examining the excitement and commotion around her. Such a contrast. Rising slowly she grasped her sweating plastic cup of ice tea, ice sloshing as she glided down the steps leading from the class hall, south of the court yard. There had been an influx of new teachers, and although she wouldn't consider herself to have been there long , the free spirited culture shock was always new the first year. The meet and great dance that night had been partially her idea, and Jean was excited to meet her new students in a less then formal environment. Finding herself an abandoned corner of the court yard the dance instructor began her usual morning yoga, savoring the momentary quiet corner.[/center]