Shanazel
Moderator
In a little over an hour, I will begin to teach the last official class of my career. I feel like there needs to be some kind of a drum roll (preferably on a dombek) but I suspect it will slip quietly by and disappear into memory along with all the other events of 39 years as a belly dancer and teacher of the same. That is as it should be. Still, it does feel very strange.