Ever since i was young i fell in love with the art of dance. When i finally joined i felt like i was a little behind hence everyone was in my class was dancing since they were toddlers. My first day of dance was pretty nerve racking. My teacher would say to do something and i wouldn't know what to do because i didn't know any dance vocabulary. I would have to look around and try to fit in as much as possible so my teacher wouldn't think i wasn't fit for the class.
I was so bummed out, and I thought that I would never have that opportunity again. But I had hope that I would get the opportunity, and sure enough a new dance studio opened, and I danced competitive for my team last year! That really made me believe that you should never give up on your dreams
Upon reaching the top of my jump, weightlessness overcame me. Escaping gravity allowed me to escape my thoughts that overwhelmed and plagued me with pain and struggles. As I descended, I prepared for another jump. I hoped to find that boy back at his house, spending hours on the trampoline, freeing himself from his thoughts and enjoying his
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.
When I came home with my mom when the game ended, I was still crying. My dad asked me “ Why are you crying?” So I replied “ We lost.” Then my dad said “ It’s ok to lose.” After I heard what my dad said to me, I cried for 2 hours. The reason that I cried was we were really good through the 1st to the 19th game and I also felt confident after the game ended. Because we did good, we went to the finals. Now here is what happened.
Every story has a beginning, and mine started almost six years ago. I am a competitive Irish dancer. I started this as something to try out and never expected to fall in love. Through dance, I have become fascinated the costumes worn at competitions. Each is unique to the dancer and school.
We were waiting to show what we know and to hopefully make it on the dance squad team. I started feeling extremely nervous and hoped not to make a mistake. I wanted to qualify on the dance squad team because I would be devastated if I hadn’t. In a room filled with chatter and screaming, my name was called out so I gathered my strength and energy, and went out onto the dance floor. I danced to the song that I had been practicing, and before I knew it I was done.
I was born on that day. And I mean I really don't know anything beyond that point and gladly I don't want to. But so far what I do remember is a party, a baby's shower for my new sister to come. I mean it was a Mexican so there was a lot of noise and things got bad real fast. I know Jairo was there and we were playing soccer on the road just like any other kid would but as soon as we heard the police sirens we ran inside I tripped and fell and scraped my knee and while I was laying down on the floor in pain Jairo thought it would be funny just to laugh at the top of his lungs.
I especially enjoyed witnessing all the hardworking girls ,just like myself, strive for their dream. Every little gymnasts’ dream, including mine, was to go to the Olympics, to compete at the college level and achieve overall greatness in the sport of gymnastics. However, as I got older and progressed through the sport, that dream that every little girl dreams about started to slowly slip away. The reality was that by the time I had reached 8th grade I was no longer at my pinnacle. I had hit the dreaded growth spurt.
One wrong step led to a knee surgery and nearly a year of inactivity. I sat in the waiting room for a hour and a half. They let in the younger children, who had infections and flu like symptoms, first. As I sat there, I see some familiar faces walking through the crowded waiting room. As the faces got closer, tears started rolling down my face.
It 's about how hard you 're willing to work for it.” This is a cliche with a lot of meaning and motivation. These inspiring words are crucial to my own success. I was an all-star cheerleader for 11 years before my parents eventually ran out of the time and money to pay for my two sisters and I. I finished cheering my freshman year, and also started dancing. In past years, I took an interest in the high school dance team. I decided to join my freshman year, and instantaneously fell in love with the
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. I was never the best dancer, but I was still pretty good at the branches of dance that I did. I was ecstatic when I found out I made the team; it was like the world stopped spinning for a minute. That was
Ever since I was a little girl I was involved in dance. From attending Melinda’s School of Dance in Humboldt to Michelle’s Dance Connection in Algona and then going back to Humboldt to Chanterella’s Dance Studio. I’ve alway dreamt of being on the danz squad. During my eighth grade year, I was so excited because that was the year I was able to try out. The try-outs were in the spring so I wanted school to hurry fastly.
When I was in third grade, I experienced my first call to adventure. I started playing soccer around the age of 5, like most kids. I played for my local recreational league, and really fell in love with the sport. After being encouraged by my best friend, and after convincing my mom, I tried out for my local travel team and made it. I wasn 't a great soccer player, but after making the team I really developed persistence.
It haunted me to the point I didn 't hear my dads usual commentary on my game. I kept thinking about it until I came to the conclusion that if I couldn 't play as fast as I used to I would have to make up for it in some way. The next day at practice I watched some of the defenders that were typically slower than most of our offenders to see how they overcame their lack of speed. I saw that a lot of them played tighter on their respective opponents and didn 't allow them a chance to turn at all so a foot race couldn 't be started. I tried that tactic but couldn 't quite get it.