When I first started to dance my family was very supportive and helped me prepare. There was never dancing in my household, dance was an interest I developed on my own. I have a very small family so it's just me, my mom and dad so we do not have special events with music and dancing. My mom and dad is very supportive of my dance aspirations. Especially my mom has pushed me during the times that I no longer wanted to dance and she has encouraged me to keep dancing and keep trying my best. When I was in my junior year of high school I was questioning if I wanted to dance anymore because I wanted to feel the freedom of being a “normal” teenager and go out with friends after school and not go to dance rehearsals all night long. My mom encouraged me to remember why I danced and that I have a gift and I shouldn't waste it. Looking back at my experiences of balancing high school and competition dance I do not regret it. I am very proud that I stuck with it. When ever I have rough day at dance or am feeling frustrated with it I will always think back to what my mom had said to be and channel her words of encouragement.
When I was 2 I started dancing and it was more of a “let's put you in dance class because you will look cute in the leotard and tutu” but as I grew older I developed a passion and love for dance. The first time I danced outside my house was at a dance studio not far from my house. The studio is called The Dance and Music Academy. Although I can’t remember
Click here to unlock this and over one million essaysGet Access
Dance is one of the major things that defines my identity and it is an interest that had become so meaningful, that without it my application would be incomplete. This has been able to shape me throughout the years, from discipline and maturity all the way yo leadership and teamwork. I find dance as an art work, that it is easy to make mistakes and fall, you just have to learn from those mistakes and get up twice as strong as from where you started. Dance is to look above and beyond and just let everything fall into place without hesitation.
I was always so unhappy dancing and I was never sure why I was doing it until I quit. Like I said before I was ten years old when I decided to quit dance. I quit dance because I always thought I was unhappy when really, dance was my passion. I told my parent the reason I quit was so I could focus more on school, involve myself in more extracurricular school day and have to walk into a cold and sweaty dance studio. Although I did not do better academically, I have
At the age of four, my mom signed me up for dance class. After only a couple of classes it became very clear that dance was a passion of mine. My mom said she could tell by the the way my face lit up during class and my uttermost love for pink frilly costumes and sparkly makeup. I was an extremely shy-toddler- the kind that would hide behind their mom when an adult approached. Being so shy, I had a really hard time expressing myself. However, when I danced, I felt confident and opened up to the girls in my class. After my first recital, I realized that I was a natural performer. I loved having the attention on me and getting the adrenaline rush when being on stage.
My mother once told me I was born to dance. Ballet, jazz, and hip hop nourished me from the time I was three years old. Whether helping my parents clean or walking in the grocery store, my feet sashayed beneath me to an unknown rhythm. Some of my earliest memories occur in a small studio in a converted barn, where I spent hours at the barre. Unlike performance schools depicted on reality television, my dance studio required less excessive makeup and more polished black leotards and pink tights (we did, however, have a fair share of screaming stage moms).
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.
I started taking dance lessons at the age of three and once I started you couldn’t get me to stop. I was at the studio more than I was at home, if I wasn’t dancing I was watching the older girls, wishing I could be as good as them. Although I almost quit when I was eight, after my mom left. She said she just couldn’t do it any more and the next morning she was gone. After
Ever since I was six years old, ballet has defined me. I was extremely passionate about making a career for myself through dance, and I spent all of my time in dance classes instead of other extracurriculars or social activities Ballet for me began in a small basement studio, doing twirls and jumps and receiving stickers from the teacher when I worked well. At age six it was fun, but as I turned eight, it became something different. I began attending the Boston Ballet School, and a passion for dance emerged.
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.
I was never really much of a dancer. At a young age, my movements were always stiff and slow and never matched the beat. It was hard enough that I could not dance, it was even harder on me when people pointed out that flaw, despite what people thought, I kept dancing because it became my thing.
I was two years old and I already had the passion for dance. I felt mature, flawless, beautiful, and very cheerful. I used to dance along with a video called Bella Dancerella. I remember the day I got it. My Mom knew that I loved to dance so she thought it would be perfect for me. I remember saying to her, “Wow I can be a real dancer”! It came with a tiny, plastic barre and dance mats with images of swans from the ballet Swan Lake. I would stand on the mats and my Mom would put in the DVD and I would follow along with Bella. I placed my feet on the tiny footprints that taught me all of the positions. I always had to have a big audience and I made any family member or friend watch me dance. “Sit on the couch and watch me dance”, I would say. I would also dance without my ballet toy. I would play music and make my Mom record me leaping across the family room.
Dance has always played a huge role in my life. I have learned many life lessons and gained many experiences that dance has been able offer to me. Ever since I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always prancing on my toes and started moving, I wouldn’t call it dancing, as soon as I heard music. It could have been anywhere; the grocery store, the mall, or even at church, I was just always dancing.
For many young girls, the allure of ballet is all in the tutus lined with lace or Swarovski crystals and the sleek satin shoes laced with ribbons. For me, I did not choose dance as much as it chose me. Shy in public, although a natural extrovert, I was 3 years old and in need of a form of expression much more than a verbal lexicon. Twirling around in my living room in a fluffy pink skirt and cheap ballet slippers from Wal-Mart with Angelina Ballerina in the background was a strong indication to my parents to enroll their tiny dancer in a ballet class. It was then when my life truly began.
I began dancing at the age of three. When I was seven years old, I was competing on stage at a dance competition. It was my first ever solo, and I had chosen a tap number. Near the middle of the routine, the back heel of my tap, the part that screwed onto the shoe and made the characteristic beats, flung off into the audience. Though it is very difficult to complete a tap dance without a tap, I kept going regardless of the circumstances because I was anxious to win a shiny gold trophy. With my dedication and effort, I received third place overall and indeed earned the trophy. I was thrilled that my ambition won out in the
For many years, my mother was a stay-at-home mom and my dad worked a desk job. When I was very young, my mom started to enroll me in various activities such as swim, dance, and music lessons. As soon as I made the decision to pursue dance, my parents never once doubted me. Being a dance mom or dad is not as simple as having
I now write my name in all of my shoes and I have an extra pair in my bag, just in case. My dance studio reflects me as dancer, also. I dance at Miss Shelly’s School of Dance and have been since I was two years old. My mom tells me about my first dance class all the time. It was a few weeks before my younger brother was born and I had never done anything without one of my parents. My mom walked me into this new and unknown place and I was in my brand new pink leotard with my brand new pink tights and skirt. I had my tiny pink ballet shoes on my tiny feet and proudly walked through the door holding my mom’s hand in one hand and my adorable dance bag with a princess doing all five dance positions on it in the other. Once my mom let go of my hand to say goodbye I bursted into tears and would not let go of her leg. Miss Shelly came up to us and said, “give your mom one more big hug, the biggest, tightest hug you can, and then we are going to dance with our new friends! Does that sound okay?” So I did as Miss Shelly told me, but, as she closed the door, I ran back through to my mom in tears because she left