Though I'm sure that they are organized in their own way, these lessons look like complete and utter chaos.
Picture this, 66 kids ages 7 and under divided into 11 classes. A teacher getting 6 kids standing with gloves on hands and skis on feet. 1 child immediately falls over (usually A.). Said kid looses her skis and the teacher walks over to help. As the child struggles to get skis back on her feet, a glove falls off into the snow. Then the child has snowy hands and is now crying because she is not sure if her hands are freezing or burning. Needless to say, I think the first half hour of ski school accomplished... standing with all clothing and apparel on the correct body parts. And, as grateful as I am not to be that teacher, I was super excited that A. could, eventually, stand.
I left after she went down the hill once but she apparently had a blast. And, at the end of the day, she could do this
She could point her skis down the hill and stay upright for a short time.
She could get up when she fell, well if she chose to stand. hehe
And, she could take on and off her own skiis |
Most of all, she could go down a small section of the mountain with her daddy. He said it was by far, his favorite day with her in her short little life. I learned that you could not pay me enough to be a ski instructor.
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