I one day came across a video of a choreographer by the name of Wade Robinson and my jaw hit the floor. The way this man moved to different types of music made me instantly feel like dancing, not to mention I thought maybe that could be me one day. Ever since than I grew a love for watching a variety of choreographers, mainly hip-hop ones and I would re-watch their videos over and over again. Soon after I would mirror these videos I have watched and just dance in the mirror for hours without paying attention to the time that had passed by. My mom soon noticed after catching me multiple times, mainly because I was really shy at the time that dance was something I was extremely interested in and soon after signed me up for beginner classes.
My finger violently shook as I pressed send on my audition video and resume to the dance program at Julliard. I had given my life to dance as I grew up. Never had there been I day when I hadn’t danced. I spent my week nights dancing for hours on end, and the weekends driving to near states to compete. Although I miss some free time and other opportunities, I couldn’t imagine a life without dance.
At dinner later that night my mother broke the new, “Honey, Miss Soar has requested your help at her camp this summer.” she said. I was in complete shock, not sure if I wanted to go I responded with “I’ll pass by her house tomorrow and tell her I’d like to help out. That was the end of it. First day of camp came and there were kids running around everywhere causing all types of ruckus, but I quickly adjusted. Then I noticed Miss Soar and she approached me “Hello, I’m so glad you are here!
I still remember the exhaustion and sadness I felt during that walk to school. At the age of 13, I childishly struggled to wake by 6 am every morning, but I always did so because I knew I had many responsibilities to attend to. One morning I missed my alarm and missed the bus to school. By default, I had neglected my responsibility to wake my 9-year-old brother, prepare us a breakfast, and get him on the bus to school before I sent myself. That morning I cried as I washed up in icy cold water, packed a snack for my brother and not myself because there was not enough for both of us, and prepared for a very long walk.
My worst math experience would be skipping a math in seventh grade. I had just moved from New York to Louisiana and my mom was convinced I was a genius and told the school I could skip math seven and go straight for algebra. I feel in that year I missed the basics of everything! I was so lost I would cry every night. I begged my mother to get me out of it and she refused and told me to deal with it.
As I arrive home from school, neither of my parents are here besides Maria. My dad is off somewhere smoking, and my mom is looking for a job. My parents argue every single day about the same thing, my dads addiction. I am used to the screaming, but this all has a negative effect on Maria, she is only 12. I rarely have homework since I finish most of it at school.
My lil’ sis’ and I planned on going outside in the snow all week, but apparently my parents had other plans. When I arrived in the kitchen I saw I was the last to arrive as my sister had beaten me down the stairs, and the three were sitting at the table waiting for me. “We wanted to talk to you guys about what we're doing over break”, my father explained, “your
Have you ever had a really bad day and labeled it as the worst day of your life? Well in the following story you will see how my day was meant to be a laid back hanging out day with my friends, but turned into being the worst day of my entire life. About a couple of weeks into summer vacation, my friends Anna, Gus, Emma and I decided to spend the day swimming and biking. It all started when I texted my friends to come over to my house, get frozen yogurt, and go swimming until the pool closed. As my friends pulled into the driveway, they grabbed their bikes out of their parents’ cars and waited outside until I came out with my clothes for after swimming.
His parents gave him permission, so that day I slept in his house to plan out what we were gonna do like which friends we were gonna invite and what kind of food we were gonna buy. Next day we were about going to our last day of school when my parents called me to say me that I only could invite 10 friends
All she told me was he wasn’t in good shape and my dad wanted her to go up there. At school I could only think about him, worrying if that past weekend would be the last time I saw him forever, and sadly it was. When my mom picked me up and I saw my sister had come home from college I started to realize he