Backseat boarders.

Brenda and I decided to go snowboarding today. She got a new board recently and wanted to try it out, and I inherited her old one and was anxious to give snowboarding another try after nearly giving myself a concussion two years ago. We put everything in the car and headed out around 10 am. Our destination was Dagmar Resort, out in Uxbridge.
We finally arrived around 10:45, after nearly getting lost on all the unmarked roads. We bought lift tickets, suited up, and hit the slopes.
I decided to start off on the bunny hill and figure out this whole toe edge business. Last time I boarded, I spent the whole time on my heel, or on my butt. I overheard this one guy teaching two girls how to board, and tried to pick up some pointers from them. But I didn't want to do the exact same drill that they were running, or they'd know I was stealing hints.
Anyway, I was still thoroughly crappy for several hours, but I managed to make it down the hill facing the top (so backwards) without flipping entirely over like I was wont to do.
Brenda and I met up around 1 o'clock. She had started off on the bunny hill with me, but went off to other hills after a bit since she's already pretty comfortable on her board. We went to the lodge to grab a bite, and then afterwards, I decided to try the green hill with her. It's a longer hill, so I can actually do something before reaching the bottom. Plus, it's got a proper chair lift, which is faster than the conveyor belt thing that brings you up on the bunny hill.
My goal for the last bit of our snowboarding day was to learn how to turn and use both edges going down the hill. Turning onto my heel edge was okay for me, but I'd always wipe out turning right, onto my toe edge. (I go down left foot first.) So I set off and totally wiped out going down the first stretch, trying to turn onto my toe. As I picked myself up, I heard voices from the sky. I looked up and saw two guys - one in a red jacket, the other in a green jacket and army-fatigue snowpants - yelling belligerently at me from the chair lift.
I stared confusedly at them, and the green guy continued to yell something about leaning onto my toe... or heel? By that time, they had passed me, so I just shook it off and made my way down the rest of the hill.
For the rest of the afternoon, they'd keep yelling things at me from the chair lift. Random things including such words as "Heel", "toe", "lean", "edge", and "momentum". On one run, I was trying to turn (and failing), and one of the guys was yelling, "HEEL!! HEEL!"
I was panicked. "HEEL?!?!" I called back. And they replied, "HEEL!"
So I went onto my heel, and promptly wiped out.
After a few runs I was starting to get the hang of turning, so when they saw that I was doing alright, they'd whistle or go "YEAH!" until I got so self-conscious and nervous that I'd wipe again. (Then they'd go "NoOooO".) It got so irritating that I'd try to time my runs so they'd just be at the top of the hill when I went down, or I'd be at the bottom of the hill (where I wiped out less) when they were overtop of me, so I wouldn't look so novice anymore. They would never talk to me at the top or bottom of the hill, like normal people though. They'd just keep shouting from the safety of their overheard carriage like some sort of sports commentator.
The only thing that gave me satisfaction was when it was my turn to watch them from the lift and the guy in the red jacket ran into a pole.