“Don’t be nervous.” This was the last thing my mom said to me before I entered my first audition for a ballet summer intensive. I was eleven. I did ok and I ended up getting in but like always there were things to improve on.
I woke up with butterflies in my stomach and could barely choke down any breakfast. The 4-H Demonstrations Contest was always a huge part of my summer. First I would begin brainstorming ideas until I found one I liked, and then my mom and I would work and edit my speech until it was perfect. That year my topic was Buying Clothes the S.M.A.R.T. Way.
I cannot believe we have another marching band rehearsal. I have to walk out to the school’s marching band practice field again for the third time this week, just to go over what we already did yesterday. It is hot, humid, and I am tired. We go through all of this work, and we do not get anything from it. Why do we have to work for five hours a week for a ten-minute show anyway?
Where if one doesn’t get to eat, then they become weak, causing almost inevitable death if they can’t work. Which ultimately brings people together to help each other find strength, as they are all equally likely to be “selected”. In conclusion, one can see how selection, tattoos/ID’s, and rations and food. All symbolize the hopelessness and despair that Elie and the Jews are all faced with as they try to escape the clutches of death.
I have been in "regular school" for 11 weeks now. I 'm extremely unhappy here and there 's nothing that I 'd like more than to come back to Governor 's School. I find myself resenting it for the same reasons that motivated me to join the program. Busy work is my nemesis! I want to be doing more with my time and actually challenging myself instead of
While I was patiently waiting in my car I was listening to music with my baby singing and dancing. I was waiting about 15 minutes till my mom finally noticed I was outside waiting she was busy on the phone talking with her long time ago best friend.
During my time out, I was able to be a part of the student section at football games and realized that my lifelong love of cheerleading had slowly faded. When the doctor cleared me to go back to cheer, I was overcome by sadness. Cheer practice was not fun, my spots were given to other girls in the routine, and I realized that I didn 't fit in anymore. I
and i was excited for all driving adventured to come with my friends. I felt nothing but excitement. Driving was everything i hoped and anticipated it to be, Except for one exception. One day in June i had just gotten out of school and my little brother had called me to pick him up from the opposite side of the school building, but with an unbearable line traffic i choose to take a lap around town to get to the other side, living in a small town i thought this would take less time then waiting in the line with no patience. I was at a red light very close to the school when i had a green arrow i proceeded on driving straight until very suddenly a car had pulled out directly into the street inches in front of me, with very little time to even get my foot on the brake, i had smashed directly into the driver side of the other car.
I then told Nick “I think you made A team and I didn’t make any team.” The next morning I woke up , but Nick was already up and had already seen the standings. I was impressed how quickly the results were posted. I then found out that I didn’t make the team so I punched a pillow and felt it compress.
So they dropped they classes, and worked full time. See a lot of people are ashamed of going to college, and dropping out because they don’t want to be talked about. Some students have car problems, and it’s hard for them to get to class on time. Having kids takes a lot of a person because they don’t have babysitters or they are too young to leave out the house yet. People be having
Time flew by, filled with festivals, one of which I had a solo and won a first place certificate, early mornings, and playing instruments everyday, in class, and practicing at home. At the end of the year came the arts awards ceremony. Dance was there, band, and orchestra. There is the award for best player, of your group, woodwinds, brass, and percussion.
They got to there seat and found out they were the fifth row from the stage. They waited for about ten minutes until Penatonix finally came out. They danced and sang to Penatonix for about two hours, until Kelly Clarkson came out. So he had to listen to his sisters screaming for another three hours.
Along with the opportunity to participate in the dance program comes the lesson of discipline. The dance program requires a commitment of ninety minute practices Monday-Friday and a four hour practice every Saturday. Not only do the children learn discipline through coaching and practice, they must also keep their grades at or above a “B” average. The group began performing at festivals in the local area which gained them lots of positive recognition. In 2009, they were invited to the United States to perform in several cities in Colorado.
You could feel the nerves and anxiety of all the girls as we waited impatiently for the sign to drop and hopefully reveal our numbers. At that moment, all of us felt the same. Doubting ourselves, yet hoping for the best. I looked over at my roommate I had for the week as the sign fell before I looked at the sign. She immediately started crying and I looked up and did not see her number nor my number, but ultimately I knew my number was not supposed to be up there that year.
I did not want to face my team due to pure embarrassment . I was a tidal pool of emotions shifting back and forth between fear, anger, disappointment, and shame. Worst of all was the dialogue in my own head. You let your entire team down. You 'll never be an outstanding runner.