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An academic's opinions on feminism, politics, literature, philosophy, teaching, academia, and a lot more.

The 1st Dance Lesson

I’m at Klara’s first dance lesson. All of the parents are huddled next to the tiny window, looking into the classroom where the lesson takes place. I’m the only person who is furiously texting, emailing and posting on my phone far away from the window. She’s not crying, so it’s all good. And I finally get reunited with my phone which I never even see around Klara. 

The whole point of these lessons is to let parents snooze in the corner while kids do something active. 

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