Dance-Personal Narrative

When I was little the earliest memories I had was in the Lori Allen Dance Company. When I was three my mom put me in dance class to not only strengthen my muscles, but to get me to be more social. Even though I was still very young, my mom was very scared that I would grow up and never open up to anyone else, but her. The first day of dance class I remember like it was yesterday. I walked in and a bunch of little girls were putting on their ballet shoes. My mom walked me in and sat down on the floor. She knew that if she were to leave me there in that room I would run out screaming and crying. For the first couple of dance practices I wouldn't take my eyes off my mom. I wanted to make sure that she didnt abandoned me. After about ten practices

When I first received the word that the University of Southern Mississippi was going to be offering a jazz dance technique course, I could not have been more ecstatic. Jazz dance has always been a major passion of mine, and I plan on continuing to broaden my understanding of this form of dance. In this course I hope to grow as a jazz dancer so that I may be more equipped to teach others jazz dance technique.

The dancer awoke in a bed covered with unironed clothes and mismatching sheets. Even though the sheets were mismatching they still looked fine. It was 7 in the morning and Sophie had to get up and start packing for a tour around Australia that her mum wants her to go on. It was a nice bright and sunny day she felt like it was last Australia day with no wind and the sun bright up in the sky, all she wanted to do was go outside and play with her friends. Her mum called out for her, “Sophie time to wake up and start packing”

Their pointed feet, perfected turns, and enthralling appearances left me in awe as the Hills West danceline performed a breathtaking routine at our annual homecoming. As I watched from stands, I knew I had to add a new chapter to my long life as a dancer. However, after being a member for a year, everything changed once a new coach was employed who desired to downsize the team. She met with us individually, hosted new tryouts, and ultimately decided that I would be one of the girls removed from the team. I was shattered, deflated, but mainly lost. Cutting me from my own team was like robbing me of my identity. If I was not a dancer, then what was I? It me took weeks to optimistically view life after danceline. Although coach asked me to rejoin

How hard could it be to learn to dance Marinera? I told my parents. They were amazed to hear that because Marinera is a hard, and competitive dance. After my first performance, I knew that Marinera was my favorite and only dance for me. My

My sister and I were at my grandma's house when the phone rang. We were watching TV on the couch, the old brown one, and eating sandwiches. It was Jan, my sister's friend, and she wanted to talk to my sister. I said, "I'll go get her, Jan," and then I went to get her. Jan told my sister that the new group, the Dance Boys, was at the mall.

Listening to mainstream and pop clichés on the radio sometimes makes me seasick. So when Walk the Moon released a single reminiscing that disco feeling although I haven’t experienced disco yet, joy flows through my veins cause “Shut Up and Dance” is definitely our song of the summer. Peaking at number

"So what happens if either a zombie or vampire bites you." "You become a vampire. But you will turn into a zombie if you don't feed."

What in the world is taking so long? I wondered to myself. My team and I were at the Jamestown Civic Center for the NDADD State Dance Competition. I danced for the Sheyenne JV team as an eighth grader and my best friends in the world, Anna and Alexa, were

How have I grown as a dancer? Before the beginning of this year the most dance I had done was a student run dance club at my old school that was only for fun, but I hadn’t ever done a full year of structured classes. Looking back to the beginning of

Shortly after the studio had opened, I took my first class at Visceral Dance Center. It was a typical snowy day in Chiberia and I was in Nicks jazz class with one other person doing abs to "Young Folks" by Peter Bjorn and John. Years past and I found myself returning to Visceral more often, involving myself more and more in the community and finally my senior year, when I had the opportunity to be a part of the Studio Company. This dark and windowless building people see from the outside is filled with open passageways for information and contagious passionate spirits to ricochet off the exposed brick walls, dark apparel and perspiring bodies and into our containers of knowledge continuously being refilled. This space and all that exists 'within' has been a part of my life for the past 8 years and without it i am not sure who I would be.

She could hear the muffled sound of the dance track playing through the walls of the dimly lit studio. "He’s here," she observes, peering in through the doors glass panel. She releases a shaky breath, relief flooding her system as she rests her forehead against the cool temperature of the door frame. Her eyes squeezing shut momentarily to gather her wits before watching him dance, a hand resting loosely on the silver door handle.

Ok this is something that is actually important this time….well at least I think it is. Here we go, so today is the dance, if you don’t already know. Terran came over around 7ish to pick me up. Our parents took pictures of us, and my dad even posted it

Tombé, pas de bourrée, glissade, jeté and … Pause. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain from my left hip. I tried to pretend that nothing had happened, and kept finishing up the last bit of that ballet combination. Right before my next turn, I massaged my hip muscle harshly, hoping that the pain I forced myself to feel would cover the one radiating out, or would just magically disappear. Sadly, when I was supposed to leap into a full split in the air and enjoy my moment, my muscle was twitching so much that I had to fall and land short. During the following exercises, my entire body was not as relaxed as I usually do; instead, it was so tight that I could not control my hip positions and turnouts, elongate my arms while keeping them in a rounded shape, or smell gracefully as if I was performing. At the moment, a hint of tension started to grow inside of me. This was only the end of September, the beginning of my last dance season in high school. Nothing can go wrong and nothing will ruin it.

The Sixth Grade Dance A big lesson learned early on is to always trust friends. The time, the end of sixth grade and my school was having an end of the year dance. It was my first dance and I had so much to think about. Whom was I going to take? What was I going to wear? How was I going to dance? Most importantly, how was I going to act like a complete idiot like usual? Panicking I took misguided advice from my ninety-year-old grandfather. Being lost, I completely followed his advice and had the worst experience of my life.