I work with the best department of Math teachers in the world. On Wednesdays a group from our department go to a local bar to participate in two step dancing. They have convinced myself and another co-worker to take two-step lessons so we can join them.
Slide, slide tap, slide tap.
A woman and a man in a cowboy hat show us the basic two-step pattern. We step and I'm pretty good at following a pattern. A man next to me who is new to town is intent on impressing his wife, but struggles with the step. We help him along.
As an urban guy, I feel out of place in the country bar. The men wear hats and boots - one of the dance instructors tells me I should buy boots to be able to "slide" better.
I learn the basic and I learn to lead a woman through a basic turn. We smile and laugh and try hard not to look at our feet.
The lesson is over and the experts take the floor. My co-workers and I don't talk about Common Core
standards, failing students, changing curricula, changing administration
or school drama. Instead we laugh, share a beer, and try to dance. Tomorrow doesn't seem so bad after all.