Ever since I was a teenager, I was into all forms of dancing. The first form of dance I ever learned was Salsa. I was around 13 or 14 years old when I had joined salsa classes. Recently, I decided to learn something which I had wanted to learn for a long time – Middle Eastern Dance or Belly Dance. I figured it would be good to return to learning dance forms by starting with a different type. Initially, I looked up online for belly dance classes nearby. There were not many places available nearby. The one which I found to be quite decent was Karavan Dance Studio. The thing which attracted my attention was that there were specialized classes for beginners. I called the place up to ask for details. Sadly, I was only told what was already mentioned on the website. For more details, I had to go down to the studio myself.
I reached the studio and met a staff member. The admission process seemed to be a bit complicated because of something called the ‘Karavan Card’. I did not know much and so I did what I was told to do by the staff member. I completed all the procedures related to admission. I selected a time slot. I also paid 2 months’ fees in advance because I was instructed by the staff member to assist me with all the required procedures. After completing all the formalities, I was told to come on the next Tuesday at 12:30.
I was happy and excited as I was looking forward to my first belly dancing class. Tuesday arrived and I reached the studio around 12:15. To my surprise, no one was there and the place was closed. I decided to wait there as I thought people would start coming by 12:30. There was no sign of anyone even by 1. I called the staff member whose cell phone number I had taken for emergencies. She told me that the day’s class had been cancelled. To be honest, I was quite angry because it was apparent that I was the only one that was not informed.
The next week, I attended my first class (which was supposed to be my second class). I met Karen and she seemed like a nice person. It was only after the class started that I got to see the real Karen. It seemed she had forgotten that it was the beginners’ class as she kept shouting at us for not performing a move correctly after showing it to us once. The first class ended and I could not be more tired.
The next class was the last time I set foot in that dance studio. While performing a move that required me to lower my body, I accidentally fell after which I was subjected to a lot of insults. I was humiliated in front of the entire class and it could not have been more embarrassing. I realized that it was not a suitable place for me at all and thus, It was my last day at Karavan Dance Studio.
I would not recommend anyone to go to Karen’s Karavan’s Dance Studio because of the obvious reasons stated above.