Personal Narrative Essay

This semester in dance class I have had a wonderful time and learned a lot of things. We’ve had some great times in dance this semester, like when we were doing our show, “How the Grinch Stole the Nutcracker”, I had a lot of fun. I did many things well but, there was a lot I could work on,too. I remember that in our ‘Ice Skaters’ dance, we would do a Jazz split and I was really good at that! Also,we would do a “tabletop stand-up” thing and I was also really good at that, that part was really fun. In our “Samba” dance we had to make up some poses to do at the beginning, and make sure we remembered to use levels, I was pretty good at doing that! Even though there were many good things I did, there were also many things I wish to work on. I really

This experience was really important to me because I got to learn about myself as a dancer because the judges gave us feedback. This made me happy because I love to dance and I will keep doing it for years so I want to improve as much as I can. I also learned from this experience that because I don’t like tap, I should work twice as hard when practicing it so that I get better at it instead of falling behind. My dance team and I are now working on 2 dances to perform at a real competition, and it has become a big part of my

Oliver endeavored very hard, but he just couldn’t get the steps right. The girls watching him were laughing as his dance teacher stood in the corner with a disappointed look on her face.

Mister Chan called us, We went near him and he told us that “Don’t be nervous or be scared, Just think about how hard all of you practice to perfect these performance. You guys can do it, Some of you are first timers and might think that you can’t do it but YOU CAN because YOU WILL” We did a group hug and went up to the stage. Thanks to My dance instructor Mister Chan and to Eleanor Roosevelt because that quote made me what I am

“It’ll be fun! It would help you improve your skills,” my mom replied. At the time, she didn’t understand why I hesitated to join the class. First, it required an audition. I hate performing in front of a single person. Especially if I knew I wasn’t prepared for it. Second, I was

My heart is in my throat as I walk onstage. The curtain opens, and the dance number starts. I see my friend Maggie come out with the rest of the graceful dancers. She looks at ease, and I start to sweat. I remember the dance moves that Sophie taught us. Up, step, back, tease and turn. As I move my way up to the front of the circle, I try to remember the lines that I have to

Run through your choreography one last time. Make mom proud. Even more importantly, make Miss Maria proud. You can’t mess up, there are so many people watching. These are all things racing through my mind as I make my way to being only inches away from one of the most terrifying moments of my life: Performing my first ever solo on a stage in front of three judges and hundreds of people. Don’t forget to hold eight counts first. I cannot believe I’m actually about to do this. Don’t stress yourself out. You’ll do fine.

“Dancer support goes a long way. Just be warned; There will be attitudes from some of the girls if you start dancing here all the time. It’s just the way it works. Girls end up forming small groups who stick together. They watch out for each other, and they see everyone else as their competition. You’re actually lucky that you were already part of a group before you started. Some dancers end up on their own for weeks.”

My coach, Tina Joy, led my team and I into a special room where we began to practice our routine. We had exactly 15 minutes to warm up out tumbling skills, stunts, jumps, pyramid, and dance. When we got the call that the 15 minutes were up, I began to get even more nervous than I was before. “You can do this, you can do this, you’ll be fine” I thought over and over again to calm myself down. We waited for almost over an hour till we got to perform. My team and I stood in our ”opening” positions right by the mat so we were ready to run on after the team ahead of us

In the beginning of the year, from week one to week five, we began learning some of the warmups and getting our body used to dance. I have never taken a dance class before so when I first entered the classroom, I was a little intimidated. One of the first things we learned was a warm up combination. The first part of the combo was where we had our right foot go forward, back to the other foot, side, back to the other foot, back behind us, and then back to the original position while clapping at the end. Then, we would repeat this process on the other side while trying to make your body not so stiff but free flowing. Next, we repeated these two steps fastly and then turn after your foot would return with the other foot. After that, we ran forward, lifting our arms and right leg up “neighing”, and then repeated on the other side. We repeated both sides twice. Next, we went to our right side lifting our right leg up and down on the floor while clapping moving sideways. After a few counts, we woulds lift our arms diagonally to the floor, and fall back to the left side. We would repeat this process on the other side as well. Additionally, we would do the octagon with our feet going back and forward. Once that was done, we would run to the right side and then run back to do the other side again. Lastly, we did the octagon dance again, running, and instead of turning back, we would go into the retire position and turn slightly to the front of the room. Last, we would repeat on the

BA-DUM BA-DUM BA-DUM BA-BUM. What was that noise? Oh yeah, it was the noise of my heart beating out of my chest. I was sitting in my sister’s car, on our way to my first dance practice of my church’s dance ministry group, PD2. They did “urban dance,” or something along those lines. Key word: my. This dance practice would only be my first time, unlike my two older sisters who had already been in the team. I knew I was stressing over nothing, but I was really stressing over nothing. Gosh, I don’t know how to dance, why am I doing this again? Should I have stayed home? THIS WAS A MISTAKE.

By then I was rushed with energy and so happy. I danced the night away with Lauren. She was the goody goody type not like me so I like to be on my best behavior when she’s around. This night could not get any

Each year around the time of Halloween and all things spooky, hundreds of family members and supportive friends unite together in the Alpena school’s dusty auditorium to watch the spectacular dancers perform on stage. Each one of the dancers prepare and anxiously wait for this big day in October where they can show their loved ones what they have been practicing. I, for one, loved the chilly October weather when all my friends gathered together to perfect our dance, bobby pin our hair up, and take lots of silly pictures as memories. These were the moments I lived for and It was always heartwarming to see the families uniting together to watch all of the dancers. I was ecstatic that the recital was up on me, but of course I was very unsteady about performing in front of hundreds of people.

“Oww,” I winced as my knee buckled for about the millionth time that day as I tried to practice my pirouettes for the dance audition starting in a couple of minutes. “Come on” I thought to myself wondering why my knee chose this exact time, this was important, I needed to nail this audition so that I could earn myself a spot in Company 2 this year. It was heart wrenching to think that I could be in Company 1 in 7th grade! “Get in order according to your number,” the dance teacher noted and I did as fast as I could,everyone knew that auditions were a non nonsense matter.Finally, the audition started, the Dance Instructor lead the stretching routine and then told us to go across the floor, he taught us what we needed to show and turned on the music. I thought to myself ,”run, run arms rounded in first when you run; a brush

“You don’t have anything to be nervous about. You’re, like, the best dancer. You’re amazing!” Shannon gushed.