She wrote in the comments the other day:
“I’m very curious what the NY teacher did to cause you to walk out of her class – if you’re not comfortable answering, that’s okay.
I’m not critical of your action at all (it’s your practice, you had a right to leave), but I’m astounded by her reaction to you – ordering you ‘never to come back’. Short of very serious issues (endangering other students, etc), I would never say that to a student.
Funny story:
A student once walked out of my class – I was teaching partner-work and it was uncomfortable for her. On her way out, I told her that she was welcome to come back at any time.
It kind of stuck in my craw for years…lol (even though I tried not to let it bother me). And I never forgot her! Years later, she *did* come back and she had made *such* an impression, I even remembered her name (which surprised her). She still comes to my classes!”
Kai, doll, I am sure that you could never prompt a student to truly walk out, appalled & angry & never come back. So very not surprised that now your fleeing yogi is a regular student.
Here is how to get motivated to walk out & get told to never come back.
It was a studio in NYC. Beloved Husband & I were visiting & I had the morning free to get my yoga on. NYC is a haven for yoga studios & there is always somewhere interesting to try. I picked a hot studio & showed up nice & early so I could check the place out, lounge in the yumminess & do some warming up. The class I’d picked was taught by the studio owner, which I always like to check out. The class took place in an old dance studio room, essentially, with a mirror & barre. Had a nice receptionist, nice showers/changing facilities, all good.
So time for the class rolls around. There’s about ten students, very diverse in body types/experience levels. Studio heat still hasn’t been turned on, & it is mighty chilly. But the receptionist isn’t allowed to turn it on, she has to wait for the owner/teacher.
Owner/teacher is about ten minutes late to start her class much less turn on the heat. She blows in, with her cute little puppy dog in tow. I’m a little cranky by this point, but not hopelessly so. She pops the heat on, tells the students to stand up in Tadasana. Cute little puppy dog still running around the room. She closes the door. Cute little puppy dog stays in the room. Obviously for the the entire class.
I love dogs. I love dogs in yoga studios. In the front, common reception areas. Even the changing rooms. It’s great to have a canine mascot. It is not great to have them IN THE ROOM WHILE YOU’RE TEACHING. Running around!
Truth is though, I’m still not irreparably annoyed. Willing to go along with it cause I like dogs & I’m not allergic & can keep track of a critter. Used to really enjoy a shala in India where a kitten roamed freely. (In that case, I might add, it was a local untamed sweet kitty & the teacher tried to banish it gently then asked if anyone was allergic or minded if kitty stayed.)
So teacher starts teaching.
Ooops, that is an incorrect characterization.
Teacher starts yelling.
Immediately.
Then she commits the final straw for me. She starts yelling the same cue over & over again, while looking at herself in the mirror.
She doesn’t look at her students. She hasn’t asked for injuries or pregancy or experience levels (though to be fair, I might have been the only unknown student in the room. And she was too late to really talk to anyone anyway).
She doesn’t seem to clue in at all to the fact that several of them physically cannot do what she is demanding them to do. She doesn’t tell them HOW to work with the requirement in order to do it, she doesn’t demonstrate it. She doesn’t actually do anything other than stare at herself in the mirror, play with her hair, and yell over & over again the same cue: “LAY YOUR CHEST ON YOUR THIGHS.”
And, somehow, without really looking at anyone, she gets madder & madder that half the students aren’t complying. The most accomplished student at the front of the room who everyone is looking at for guidance can easily lay chest on thighs in a forward bend with straight legs. The others are trying their damndest, but have no clue how to do so because of tight backs, hamstrings, no guidance to bend their knees, nothing.
And this is the first pose in class.
I couldn’t bear to wait for the second pose. I left. Quietly, gathering my things, vaguely pleasant smile plastered on my face. I’d gotten in a half hour practice before she arrived, so I figured I could slide out & get on with the day rather than spend the next 80 minutes being angry & sorry for the other students.
Just as I sneak the door closed, it opens again. There is the owner/teacher, who, to her credit, asked if I was hurt. I said “no, thank you for asking, I just needed to leave.” She asks, again quite appropriately, “Why?” But then she goes on the defensive hard & fast “It’s because I teach slowly, yes? I teach yoga with correct form, I insist on it!”
Here is where I spoke my truth totally without grace. I was just wide open & couldn’t stop. It was wrong of me to be unkind.
“I’m leaving because you can’t teach.”
The sh#tstorm started flying then.
I was regaled with her credentials & that she was the best teacher in her program. And I was invited to get the hell out of her studio & never come back.
(Which I was quite happy to do. It is not pleasant to have two yoga teachers pissed off at each other that early in the morning.
And that’s how you get thrown out of a yoga studio & told to stay the heck gone.

I have photos of the weekend’s adventures in Vermont for tomorrow!!