Personal Narrative Analysis

Dancing has been my passion since the age of three. Wake up, go to school, go to dance, go to sleep. My life was a routine of the same day playing over and over again, and I loved it. My senior year of high school I was accepted into the Commercial Dance program at Relativity School. I felt my dreams become a reality of the perfect future I had always worked towards.

I have been pouring my heart into six different types of dance, for twelve years now. Starting at the young age of five, dancing was always the one thing that came easily to me.Throughout elementary school, I was constantly bullied and picked on by my classmates. Even at home I was in an unsafe environment. I had to call the police multiple times on my mentally unstable step siblings because they had either hurt my sister, mother and I, or they were going to. Every night I would lie awake, behind my locked bedroom door, frightened that something bad was going to happen once I fell asleep. Growing up in a life of utter chaos caused me to struggle with many insecurities and bashfulness. The one steady thing in my life was dance. Going to dance

Unfortunately, I did not enjoy it so my mother allowed me to quit. Then a few years later when I was in fourth grade I saw that my elementary school had a dance team/drill team and it looked like tons of fun. I then realized that dance seemed like a hobby that I would enjoy. So my mother let me tryout as long as I promised not to quit. Of course I made her that and I auditioned for the next dance season and made it. I was extremely shocked that I had been asked to join the team seeing as I had no previous dance experience. Now ever since that moment dance has been more than just a hobby for me. I continued to dance through the rest of elementary school. However I did discontinue when I reached middle school due to my mother getting divorced and my family and I moving to a different town. I did try tumbling and cheer for a while, but it wasn’t befitting. I recognized I did not have a connection to tumbling and cheer like I did with dance, and that’s when I realized dance was my passion. After I came to this realization I auditioned for my high school dance team and this was the point in my dance career where I became extremely involved and also when I began to take it more seriously. I began to take it more seriously because at this point in my life I was out of shape and my body was not built to be a dancer. This was because during the time my mother had gotten divorced it was a difficult transition and I

Nonetheless, I discontinued dance after high school to focus on my passion for science. Although, dance is something that I am appreciative of; it is what has made me the person that I am today. It

Dance had never been one of my best subjects as a student to take. This fall

Dance has been an important part of my life since I was 5 years old. I will never forget the first dance class I went to with my cousins when we lived in the Bronx. That first class opened the doors to all the opportunities I have been offered as a dancer today. When I moved to Somers in 1st grade, I decided to continue dancing since I enjoyed it so much. I danced at a small studio which was really just for fun, until I wanted to get more serious as a dancer. In 6th grade I switched to a different studio that has changed me not only as a dancer but as a person.

Dance has been apart of my life ever since I can remember. When I was young, before I officially started my dance training, I was always up on my feet and moving. No matter what hobby I took interest in (whether it was cheerleading, musical theatre, or jump rope), I would always find a way to choreograph little routines a show them to my friends and family. Even when my parents tried to put me in sports, I would do cartwheels and dance on the playing fields, completely oblivious to what was going on during the games. When I look back at how I started my dance training, I just smile and laugh because I was so naïve and unaware that it would become such a huge part of my life. In 5th grade I was put into my first dance class as a hobby. It happened because I watched the Disney Channel movie High School Musical and immediately fell in love with it. I showed the movie to my parents and told them, “This is what I want to do.” At the time I thought I excelled in both signing and acting and that all I needed were dance classes. So in 4th grade I was put into my first dance class and I began to scratch the surface of the basics of dance. What I didn’t know then is that dance would slowly but surely influence my entire life and

I took this opportunity to give dance one last shot. This time around I found my true love of dance and what dance means to me. I began to realize that dance isn't about impressing the judges and more about creating art. This realization has changed me as a dancer. Auditions for the following years Dance Company rolled around, and I was hesitant to attempt trying out again. I wasn't sure if I could face the reality that there was a possibility that I could be denied a spot once more. On the day of the Dance Company clinic I decided to take a chance and proceed with the audition. When audition day rolled around my nerves were out of control. After completing the audition piece I wasn't sure if I had made the right decision to try out. The following day when the team was announced, I was elated to see my name on the

Change has been occurring at surprising and alarming rates over the last four decades, and by the time one manages to catch up on a fad, another one has become much more popular. It seems as if everything changes and shifts faster than ever before, and you may defenselessly become lost and confused in such a world. There is, however, one phenomenon that has remained constant throughout the years: time. Time has always been the same and will always continue to be the same. It is hard to imagine that a notion that has existed for countless years and will continue to exist can be contained, but alas, it can. Trapped inside the cogs and metal of a watch, time ticks away, and everyone knows how to go about their day. The mobile clock that so many

I used to love dance class. I was never any good at it- just watch me walk and you’ll notice how clumsy I am- but it was still one of my passions. I had been taking a dance class since kindergarten, and when I moved to Fort Thomas in first grade, it was one of the constants in my life. Every Tuesday, I would pack up my pink dance bag, put on my leotard and tights, and jump into my mom’s car to be taken to practice. Excitement would bubble through me every single time- for a while, at least.

Growing up, dancing has played a very big role in my life. I dance when I’m happy, sad, anxious or whatever I’m feeling. It just became a part of me, a part I never wanted to lose. When I was in kinder, already studying in ICA, the school offered ballet classes. I clearly remember begging my aunt to allow me to take the lessons and maybe due to my persuasiveness, she finally agreed. She signed the circular with the check attached to it. The next day I gave my teacher the slip. With the biggest smile on my face I said, “Teacher, I will be joining the ballet classes!” I was so excited. That weekend, I bought my first ballet shoes, skirt, tights and everything else I needed. The first day of classes finally started and during that time, I had no

Growing up, dance was always around me. I like to think that I was not brought into the dance world, but that I was born into it. At the age of two my mother, who was a dancer herself, created a recreational program called Mommy and Me where children who were not ready to leave their mothers could still begin to learn the very basics. As I grew older she continued to advance the program until she made the ultimate decision to open up a studio. This studio brought me more possibilities than I could ever imagine. I had the privilege to take as many dance classes as I desired and I had unlimited access to each and every studio when they were not in use. There are not enough ways to

Ballet, however, became less of an escape as I got older. By the time I had quit dance I was presented with over 8 certificates from the Queen of England and RAD (Royal Academy of Dance). I was becoming an accomplished

Dance has always been a part of my life. I choreographed shows for neighbors at the age of 9, which lead to enrolment at Colorado Ballet at the age of 12. By age 14 I was awarded a scholarship to train and teach at Classic Dance Academy. After graduating with an International Bachelorette degree from Lakewood High School, I was awarded scholarships to attend the University of Denver where I began studying film and technical theatre. While DU had no dance program I took classes with several companies in

I was ecstatic going into highschool only because that meant I could finally try-out to be apart of the dance team. I had loved to dance for so long, and the opportunity to be able to do what I loved excited me. Walking in through those gym doors for the first time, after learning the routine a few days ago, was very nerve wracking. I was terrified of what the other girls would think of me and if I’d be good enough to be apart of their team. Denita, the coach, came over to me shortly after and handed me a sticker with the number eight on it; which would represent where I’d be standing and who I’d be standing with. Denita told us specific instructions and gave an explanation on how everything was going to happen. She was going to be recording the group and giving it to the judges, who were anonymous, to see who would be on the team for that year. The requirements weren’t terribly too bad, you had to score an 80% or better to join. You were graded on how