Descriptive Essay About Dance

Although I never participated in a sport directly through school, I dedicated much of my time and gave my full commitment to not only my education, but to Duet Dance Academy and the individuals who either worked or danced there too. On average, I dance six or even seven days a week. All of this time was never powered by the hopes of becoming some famous performer though.

Since I was three years old, dance has been a passion of mine. Throughout elementary school, I tried many other activities, however, I never enjoyed anything as much as I enjoyed dance. In my fourteen years of dancing, I have learned to work with a team and to use constructive criticism in a positive way. Also, I have learned that hard work leads to performance.

I was a dancer for fourteen years, beginning at the age of four and ending at the age of 18. I participated in basically every type of dance including ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, modern, lyrical, and contemporary. Each year, I would participate in more classes than the last, and it eventually got to the point where I would be attending dance classes five or six days of my week. It definitely got tiring, but I still loved it. Dance is a great way to be able to portray emotions through movement, and I think that is very unique and special to participate in. It was a very huge part of my life, and so were the people teaching me. Dance and everything that came with it was a huge influence on my life, and it helped shaped me into the person I am today.

In my experience, dance has been a way of life full with many life lessons. It has also taught me perseverance, discipline, leadership, how to be a team player, how to love/receive love, sacrifice, coping skills, passion and dedication. I would not be the person I am today if it weren’t for

I was born in a seaside city where people enjoy the first ray of sunlight of a day. Running and playing on the beach is my favorite routine of my childhood life, and all my friends said that I was good at “dancing.” Frankly, I did not know what dancing was at that moment, but every time I moved my body that made me satisfied to see how it could move and make all those beautiful curves. Noticed that, my parents sent me to an after-school dance class to study when I was five, and I kept studying for seven years during which I got to be more attracted to this form of movements. In 2005, when I was twelve, I started my professional dance study in a local technical secondary school. Then，I realize that “dancing” could be my future and my life.

This video documents an international cultural festival that took place in Los Angeles. Again, while many of the groups presented here are not American, you will hear peoples from around the Pacific beautifully expressing how dance is an integral part of their culture. While the American public might not be as conscious of the powerful connection between movement and identity, it is the claim of this course that the former can be an important lens on the latter, even in America. Listen closely to how the participants at this festival talk about dance and culture. Compare this with how you relate dance and culture.

My mother danced her whole life and had always dreamt of having her little girl do the same. She enrolled me in my first dance class at the age of three and I continued dancing until I was fifteen. During my childhood I saw dance as a laid back playtime with my friends for fun. At the age of six though, My dance teacher offered me a chance to dance at competitions, and although it added pressure to my young life, I ended up loving it. Competitive dance opened my eyes to a fascination I never knew I had. I continued to feed this passion with hours of practice every day for the following years.

The day I tried out for my first dance was one of the most exciting and terrifying days ever. I had been in dance classes before then but never on a team like this. This team competed, traveled, and performed at halftimes for basketball and football games. I couldn't wait to try out but, was worried I wouldn't make the team. I new there were girls better than me that had tried out the previous years.My best friend kaybree was also trying out for hey team the same year, we were both hoping that we would get to dance together on the competing team.

Whether it's competitive dancing or just goofing around with some dance moves at home, it brings great joy into my life. My favorite part about dancing is performing on stage. On stage performance, in front of hundreds of people, gives you a high like no other. Showing others what you are capable of achieving, your undeniable talent, and expressing yourself is the sole purpose of it. Walking on stage, knowing everyone's eyes are on you, is slightly nerve racking. Although once you start dancing, it's almost like the crowd disappears and it's just you in an empty auditorium doing what you absolutely love. The rush you get on stage is something you will remember for a lifetime. Dancing has changed my life for the better. It has helped me form into a confident young women that has an abundance of talent that is worth sharing. Dancing acts like a crutch in my life, through the bad and the good it is always there as an alternative way of creating my own happiness and keeping me afloat through all the hardships life will ever throw at me. Dancing has made me bullet proof. I am strong, confident, and ready to make my mark on the world through my profession of choice,

My dancing was awkward and clumsy at best. I was shy and embarrassed to dance with anyone –even my own instructor. This self-consciousness blinded me from recognizing how much I enjoyed being on the dance floor, feeling the rhythms and steps to the music. Every mis-step or spin warranted an inward criticism. I spent a number of Friday nights at Ceviche watching all the couples, conflicted between wanting to go home and hoping that one day, I would be one of the lithe dancers confidently gliding across the floor in the rhythm of the music. I was afraid to admit how much I really wanted to dance. The years following, I did not show my face in that place often, due to a sense of

When I was 9 years old, I learned to dance. I taught my muscles how to sway in unison, how to recover after hours of practice, and how to twirl at a pace that I still cannot understand to this day.

My life has changed drastically ever since I started dancing. I’ve always wanted to dance ever since I was a little girl. I remember when I used to mimic my sister whenever she practiced for her ballet recitals. When I got older, I taught myself dance routines I saw on YouTube. My first time ever attending a dance class was in high school. It was through my first performance for this class that I realized I wanted to be a dancer. That class also paved my way into becoming a member of my high school’s drill team. I would have never realized how truly important dance is to me if I didn’t take dance in high

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

Once every fall, there holds a festival that combines a show of performances, merchandise, snacks, and activities. This was the first time I have ever gone to this festival; not only to attend, but to also perform as a contestant. Throughout the many dance practices that me and my team had rehearsed, we would always hurt ourselves; ours knees would be scraped against the stone sidewalk every minute in the burning sunlight. At the end of our practice days, our legs would be marked with scars that flamed our skin with red. My team and I would always give up and sigh in exhaustion and frustration, it was a huge struggle in the summer of 2016. Even though it was a huge goal to accomplish, we tried to achieve what we wanted and on the day of the performance, we earned exactly what we desired.

Dance became my ‘happy place’. There, in front of all the crowds of people at the football or basketball games, I was no longer the shy little girl who was embarrassed to speak for fear of being made fun of. My self-image of being a scrawny, crooked toothed, flat-chested little curly mop-head didn’t matter when I was performing. I was so good at it, that I was able to show off those skills with confidence. This form of dance saved me from a life of cowering in the corner or in the shadows of my peers.