The moms of the dancers believe the dance is offensive and tell Abby their daughters won't be doing the dance. In anger Abby refuses to help them create a new dance and tells them to create their own. They create a new dance last minute with the help of their assistant dance teacher Gianna. They win first place, make sure people know they created their own dance and prove to Abby they were right to change the
Sexism in school dress codes don 't stop there. It also continues at outside of school events such as high school dances. Zhou uses Cierra Gregersen homecoming dance as another perfect example. Cierra Gregersen attends Bingham High School in South Jordan, Utah and when she went to her high school homecoming dance the amount of sexism was absurd. School administrators had girls sitting against a wall, touching their toes, and lifting their arms above their head to establish if their dress was appropriate for the dance.
Once it was distinct he had her full attention, he proceeded to do a dance he used to do for her before she went to bed. Only this time, he added a digging motion at the end. After thinking about the dance for the rest of the day, she decides that he wants her to dig a tunnel, but where? While her mother goes to care for her sick mother with a broken leg, Gerta receives a note given to her by her best friend Anna, who was instructed by her brother, Peter, to give it to her. Instantly Gerta knew that the note was from Dominic and her father.
The teasing lasted all the way through high school and that might not have been the worst part. She was asked in the hallways why she didn’t wear feathers and some people yelled war cries when they passed her. No matter what they said she took pride in her name, and said it boldly in class with pride. Later in her life she changed her first name to Maria because she said it sounded more sophisticated. She refused to change her last name because she didn’t want to deny her heritage.
I had always wanted to do cheerleading and this was my moment to do it. I unfortunately choked up and didn’t make it on that team. Instead of giving up I choose to keep practicing. I decided to join another team outside of school to improve my skills. My new goal was to make it to my high school cheer team.
The show 's choreography and performance quality were so spectacular that the drama and intensity rocked my petite stature down to the core. After the show ended, I demanded to be signed up for dance classes; my first class was later on that year. Initially, it was a singular introductory ballet class, then it soon became three, then five, and ultimately seven dance class by the time I was seven years old. Seven hours of every week were devoted to dancing and I loved every second of it. As I got older my passion for dance continued to grow until I received a very rude awakening from a very rude Russian Pointe teacher.
After missing five years of formal education, I enrolled back in school for my junior year and knew almost instantly that I had made the right decision. I surprised myself by excelling in areas of study I never thought I would again have time to entertain. I saw my potential as limitless, with a whole world of possibilities opening back up to me. Even though it often felt like a vital part of my identity was gone, my thirst for knowledge in my new life had grown in its place. I tried desperately not to look at leaving ballet as a failure, but it wasn’t until recently when I returned to a ballet class after twelve years that I finally understood the gift it had granted me.
People should always try new things, but people are too afraid to try it because they are scared. But, I am here to tell you two stories that will teach you how you always try new things. In the story “A Day on the Slopes” by Jaclyn Einis, it talks about a kid named Bobby who goes on a scary slope for the first time, but then tries it for the first time and loves it. The next story “Amra and the Skateboard,” by an Unknown Author, it talks about a girl named Amra who is scared to skate in front of high school kids, but then tries it and likes it. The first story, “A Day on the Slopes”, Bobby was a little afraid at first to go on the giant slope he has never been on before, but once he went on it for the first time, he loves it.
While we were there, we saw the Rockettes Christmas Spectacular. It was honestly one of the best shows I have ever seen. As I watched them dance, I had a realization. I want to do that. I want to be on stage with them and do what they do.
", "What is your favorite thing to do?" or almost any question about myself, my answer has always been dance. When I was fourteen, I decided to take a risk. I had debated the decision before, but it was always too expensive. After I opened up to my teacher and she told me all of the amazing fundraising opportunities, it was decided; I was going to try out for the competition team.
She would watch every meet that was on television and even recorded it so she could pause and rewind to learn the routines. She was only interested in the floor routines, so she decided to try out for the middle school drill squad. She made captain of all sixty girls who made the squad. Her coach, Elizabeth, Cantine, was amazed by her ability and suggested she try ballet at the local Boys and Girls Club. Her instructor there, Cindy Bradley, was also amazed.
When she moved she started to go to Beverly Vista School. She didn 't like going to her new school. At school she would get teased because of her race. Betty wouldn 't listen to the kids that would teased her she just kept on dancing. She would get teased also about her name but didn 't care she loved her last name, Tallchief.
Most people expect others to crumble under the weight of a situation that seems impossible to get out of. Yet, Angel did not allow the abuse and molesting Jordan did to her bring her down. Angel found an escape, dance. The book it states,"In the six years since the arrest and conviction of Jordan Sparks, music had helped Angel to heal and grow." She even received the honor of being the lead in her dance recital.
I follow behind my new friend whom I met last block into the noisy freshman cafeteria. She determinedly marches to a table and doesn’t stop to speak to any of the people who great her. I am surprised that someone like her invited me to sit at their lunch table. As I walk with my salad and a smile on my face, I pass the table with my middle school friends. Their faces are welcoming and I notice a seat saved for me.