ABSTRACT
I remember when I wrote this:
I have had a powhiri that has called a muffled and at times non-verbal karanga to everything I initially know nothing about
(1 March 2011). It was the first page of a journal, on the first day of lectures at university. I had left a job that I loved as a secondary school dance teacher to start postgraduate dance studies at university. I was 37 years old and a professional practitioner with 13 years’ experience as a dance teacher in schools. Until today I had been relatively comfortable in my expertise as a dance teacher. Today, however, after my first lecture I had been given a swift, gentle kick from my pedestal, and had landed amongst self-reflexivity.