The Theft Nobody Calls Theft
There’s a student I’m thinking of. Not one student — a type. She’s been practicing for six years. She can do things most people can’t. But she cannot make a single decision about her practice without first asking her teacher. Not because the questions are genuinely hard. Because she was trained that way. Her teacher built a system — maybe a real one, maybe not — and wrapped it in mystique. Progression criteria existed only in the teacher’s head. Why a pose was given this month and not six months ago: never explained. The student learned to read the teacher’s mood. To make herself legible to someone else’s judgment rather than developing any of her own. Six years of practice. Still can’t trust herself for…
