After nearly four months away from the studio, my daughter's dance studio finally opened up for classes this week. New procedures meant a number of changes, including separate entrances and exits and a prohibition on non-students being allowed inside the studio's waiting area. Dancers were required to wear masks the entire time. The dancers were to leave immediately after class without changing clothes in a dressing room. After four months of "virtual" classes, we all were grateful to give our children real classes again, even with the new restrictions. The parents waited outside.
Five of us waiting parents have known one another through dance for at least three years and have had our daughters attend here for five years. But there we all were, waiting outside, and all of the other four parents had masks on. All were standing more than six feet away from one another. There was hardly any conversations, even after four months away from one another. I was carrying my facemask, but did not see the need to don it, as I was more than six feet from anyone plus we were
outside, where coronavirus transmission is rare. Then, I had a question for another parent, so I put on my mask and walked over to her. She quickly moved away, seemingly in fear, as I approached. She's right, of course, that the mask isn't really that great of a safety measure. Unfortunately, it was physically impossible to carry on a conversation and be six feet apart, which is why I put on the mask and got nearer.
Anyway, it was weird seeing these friends acting with such fear. I'm pretty sure that one of the parents (me) is probably being exposed to different "propaganda" than the others are seeing and hearing. We each are convinced that what we see and hear is the truth. I'm not feeling the fear. They are. Not that it's not a deadly disease, but I'm also not one who flees from McDonald's in favor of vegan cuisine, either. Life has risks. I actually took a Metro train last Saturday!!!
Suffice it to say, the next day, I just stood far away and walked swiftly with my daughter to our car. It's a strange new world.
A masked face shares no smiles. . .