Essay about One Experience, Changes the View of Myself

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.

Those girls were a division higher than my team; so, as I watched their arms gracefully swing from side to side; their legs kicking into the air in a beautiful battement; and, the nearly flawless transitions, I wondered how much hard work and how many rehearsal hours they put in to achieve those movements with such ease. The spotlight highlighting their every move had me in awe. The song slowly started to fade out and the loud, obnoxious thumping in my chest resurfaced. With shaky legs and uneven breathing I hesitantly made my way onto the stage and got into position. Looking into the crowd, I could see hundreds of faces staring back at me; some familiar, some I had never seen in my life. This gave me a feeling of nostalgia taking me back to that first day of dance class when all eyes were on me. I could not hear anything around me except my heartbeat in my chest. I remembered how aesthetically pleasing the dancers prior presented themselves on stage and told myself to get it together. I had to give it my all and not let my team down, but most importantly I could not let myself down. I looked at my friend, who posed just to the left of me, for reassurance and she gave me such a genuine smile. I could see it in her eyes that she believed in me. I looked at my surrounding and thought “This is what I’ve been working towards. This is where I want to be.” All the negative thoughts that previously invaded my mind faded. My breathing began to even out as the lights dim signaling that the song would start any

Dancing is a recreational activity that has been enjoyed by millions of people for centuries. There have been countless styles of dance and thousands of memorized steps that have been performed in front of people or even just simply enjoyed alone without and audience. When a handful those thousands of steps come together, it creates a routine. Even though there are countless dancers that are breathtaking when they perform the routine in front of and audience, most dancers cannot be proficient without someone to assemble those countless steps together to create something awe inspiring, beautiful, and entertaining to watch. Dance is a world of constant change due to the want of awe, the need to produce something unique, and the necessity to catch the audience’s attention. Although many people believe some dance styles have not changed for centuries, innovative choreographers flip dance styles upside down with their unique approaches.

With every type of music there is a type of dance to go with it, like the Tango or the Merengue. Dance and music is a way of celebrating in any culture but is most popular in Latin American Culture. Some of the most successful artists today have Latino heritage, and they infuse their songs with Latin rhythms reflective

When I am dancing just freely I feel like I am in a vulnerable place for people to see my emotions. It is a natural way to release built up stress and almost like surrender to the world. So much internal thoughts are being heard, but dancing is a way to surrender those forbidden thoughts.

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

If I’m ever having a bad dance day (or week or month!), seeing a live dance performance reignites my wonder and makes me want to get up and move. When something moves me as an audience member I am reminded why I want to dance. I want to move people in the same way and make others feel something the way I do. I think that is the same for most of my performance arts, whether it is dance or musical theatre or vocals, the thing that keeps me going is the thought that maybe something I do on that stage (or behind it depending on the piece!), will change someone’s day. Something I do could make someone laugh a little or cry a little, or just make them think a little more carefully, and that to me seems like an incredibly huge privilege. I was never the kind of performer who did it because I had this random urge to be onstage, performing seemed to find me, and my first performances were almost accidental, (with me doing a bit in one of my parents shows or something when I was very young). I started dancing because my sister did it, and it looked kind of fun, even though I absolutely refused to wear ballet tights. Dancing and acting and singing and the stage surrounded me as a child, in many ways I couldn’t avoid it even if I had wanted, so it’s rather lucky that I embraced it wholeheartedly. Because of the way I got into performing, I think the one thing I’ve struggled with is making what I do my own. Dance was always my sister’s strength and her domain, so when I began to dance more frequently, especially at Rosedale, I had to find my own way of doing things. Other than being compared to her, (which I managed to move on from relatively quickly), I had to find my own passion for dance, that was separate from the passion I had learned from watching my sister and living with her. I think I discovered real magic in dance this year, that was entirely

When the dancing begins, you can't help being taken aback by the intense expressions found on each young face and the amount of emotion being pushed out of every chest pop, thrown behind each arm swing, or moved with every hip jerk, and embrace the dance form as a release

Dancing, in the simplest terms, can be defined as rhythmical movement to music. For me, however, it has held a far greater significance in my life that goes beyond any physical means. For as long as I can remember, dance has served as my escape — a way to momentarily proceed from reality, and become in touch with my mind, body, and soul. It is a freedom of expression; an art

I had expected the adrenaline to race through my limbs like one of the Formula 1 cars my dad watches, but it didn’t. In that moment I realized that I was a trained performer. Sure, my performances had been at much smaller scale than preforming at Radio City Music Hall in front of 4 extremely famous judges, thousands of people in the audience and millions of people at home, but still the stage was my home. After years of training and two weeks of working as a professional dancer in New York City, millions of pairs of eyes staring at me and expecting something magical was something I was prepared for. Although the stars were not aligned in a perfect dance formation like my routines, this experience was not something I regretted. I came into the Big Apple as a young, naïve 16 year old and I left a mature and experienced dancer who found both pride and success in

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

Growing up in a small town called Lauderdale, MS, dancing has been a way for me to see more of the world. I use this artwork as a way to showcase my talents and escape my problems in life. Many people believe that dancing is easy but I think otherwise. In order to dance, a person must work hard, sacrifice time, and grow as a person.

Dance is the one thing that has been a part of my life since as long as I can remember.Dance is my comfort zone, and yet it constantly pushes me outside of my comfort zone. It is my security blanket and my means of identification. I am a dancer. Dancer is a word that comes with a specific connotation, and plenty of stereotypes. Yes, I spend hours in my dance studio every week. Yes, pointe shoes hurt my toes. No, I do not have a crazy stage mom that lives vicariously through my dance career. Yes, I am flexible. I will admit that all dancers have similar body types and look exactly the same with a bun and a leotard. In essence, all dancers are the same on the outside; however, they are human, so they are inevitably different on the inside. Dancers undergo the constant struggle to express one’s interior among the masses of similar looking

For a while have lived with my dad, i didn't like it at all. I felt as if there was no reason for me to be there. It was not really a reason for me to be there. Well there is one reason in particular only because my mom had told me a lot of horrible things about my father that made me dislike him. Me and my brother would go to my mom's house every other day. I loved going to my mom's house. It was like a relief off my shoulders. I shouldn't have to dislike going my dad's house. Well one summer my dad took my mother to court for custody of me and my brother. I dreaded the thought of living with my father. Sometimes, i would even get butterflies in my stomach just thinking of it.

In life we all have something that has changed the way we perceive things. Most things that change a person’s perception happens to be an experience that they have gone thru and learned from. In my case it wasn’t necessarily an experience, it was a dog that changed my perception on life. My mind and heart was opened in a whole new way. I never thought I could love an animal just as much as I loved the people in my life. I always thought it was strange that pet owners loved and treated their pets the same way they treated their children. My perception on dogs or pets in general definitely changed. Throughout this paper you will see why I am a totally different person because of a dog that entered my life.