Being that I was never prima ballerina material, Miss Dorothy and I had many, many of these episodes. I remember one incident in particular in which she embarrassed the pointe shoes off me. We were doing triple pirouettes across the floor, on pointe. It was my turn to spin, and though I got off to a good start, I landed flat on my tush. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, Miss Dorothy then ripped the flowery hair tie off my head in front of the whole class. Talk about traumatizing. Especially at the vulnerable age of 14 or whatever I was. She then barked that the reason I fell was because I didn’t spot my head, because I didn’t want my hair tie to fly off. She was right.
(Don't get me started on the older generation of dancers who know better yet still produce and teach this kind of garbage.)