Two desks, one river town
A teacher talks stroke. The hopper stamps loft.
If the face is launching into Floyd wind, a new grip thought will not kill the hop. If the stroke is a stab, a new degree will not invent roll.
We send people to teachers when the marks on the carpet change every third roll. That is hands, not loft. We keep people at the hopper when the marks are ugly and repeatable. That is a face arguing with bermuda.
Cal will say so out loud. It is cheaper than buying a second costume degree and then still needing a teacher.