The programme for the big event was posted on the corkboard in the teachers' room last week and we were informed what houses would be doing what. My house was assigned the siva atunu'u [see-vah ah-two-new-ooh]. This directly translates to "country dance," but what it is meant to be is siva isi atunu'u or another country's dance. During tea one interval several of the teachers formed this united front around Nao (the JICA volunteer) and I and asked that we teach the siva atunu'u. They wanted an American dance and a Japanese dance. Seeing as how I had failed to participate in the Easter Spectacular preparations in anyway, I felt compelled and reluctantly agreed.
Thanks to some helpful (and not so helpful) suggestions off the facebook, I went to school on Monday armed with the Electric Slide. I didn't really remember the dance, but it didn't take more than a couple of seconds with some YouTube videos (well, first about an hour to down load those couple of seconds) to get up to speed. However, I still don't remember the song that everyone was dancing too. I swear the Electric Slide song I am used to is not this Electric Boogie thing.
Anyway, the Electric Slide went over like a lead balloon. As it turns out, it is too short, too boring and it doesn't have enough movements. Oh...and the music is stupid. So after about 10 minutes of teaching a room of about 50 to 80 students how to Electric Slide it was decided we needed something else. I said I would come back the next day with some other American dances.
Yesterday I brought the Macarena (yeah, I know, it's Spanish, shut up) and the Boot Scootin' Boogie (which I do not know, but I found a YouTub tutorial for). I was also going to bring a square dance, but it took me almost three hours just to download the first two and I had to leave for school.
These were also failures. However, I slowly started to learn that they were failures for more than the simple reason that they aren't very exciting dances and I am a horrible dancer.
I have gathered that siva atunuu typically means a dance from another Pacific country, Fiji, Tonga, Hawaii...something like that. Basically, it means do the exact same dance you usually do and set it to music that sounds just like what you dance to here, but call it by a different name.
The students kept asking me if I had any music for a hula or Indian music, which I don't. So then we resorted to me playing clips of all the world music on Cale's iPod to see if there was anything they liked. Let me just tell you Clanned's Gaelic sounds were not popular. In fact, nothing was popular until I played Daddy Yankee's Gasolina, which is a song they already play on the radio here occasionally.
So, instead of a dance from another country, the boys will play Gasolina and choreograph their own "hip-hop" dance (hip-hop is in quotes because it is less hip-hop and more High School Musical) and the girls will bring in a CD today with a song to which they can hula dance.
At this point, I am not sure if my role in culture day is now over or if I am in some way still responsible for the dance practise that will be going on for the next week.