Personal Narrative: My Siblings Births

Two years into the competitive dance world I felt like a machine.I wanted to have my own style,and to be an artist so I left my home-studio and became an independent dancer.Being an independent dancer gave me the opportunity to find my style and who I actually am.While I was finding my own style, simultaneously my personality shifted from close-minded and analytical to optimistic,quirky and outgoing.I found myself hanging out with my friends more,and trying new things, crafting in particular.Exploring the different realms of dance showed me who I genuinely

Most children that grew up without any siblings understand that there is a certain struggle among the lifestyle. We who have had no siblings never fully lived like a child. Unlike other children with siblings, an only child is always pushed to be better and never has time to be a child. With being an only child, I have always acted overly mature for my age and I have always been pushed to do better. Transition

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.

On my 5th or 6th birthday in Georgia, my parents told me the story of my special birth.

My senior year I got into band and became a majorette.Being a majorette had changed a lot of things it pushes me to keep everything up and together.When I dance I stop thinking about all my problems.I let them out and it's just for once the world make sense and everything is better.I feel that without dancing sometimes I can over stress myself and make things harder than there

Growing up with my siblings was very challenging. I was the only girl with three brothers and we had plenty of fights growing up; in the meantime my mom was a single parent for a short time. We misbehaved, as far as not listening and not doing what we were told to do, therefore times had changed when my mom started dating my step-father, James. When James dated my mother, he was very understanding and helpful to her. As their relationship progressed, my youngest brother was born. James was very strict on us children, or at least we thought that he was mean, in the meantime James kept us in line, like any good father would do. There was a total of six of us in the family eventually, I was the chosen one who always had to do the cooking.

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

Dance as really become a part of theatre I am starting to feel comfortable with. It is not just the part I worry about because it goes with singing and acting. I want to make dance an artform that I am good at. If I could make my dancing be at the same level as my singing I would feel so much better. I know I have a long way to go, but right now I am more comfortable than I have ever

I grew up on the poorer side of middle class to immigrant parents who alwayse put my siblings and I first. We moved a lot when I was younger, and to this day I dont know if its because we could never make rent or because of a fluctuating economy that seemed to keep my parents away from a job that could support us for more then a few months. School was more then any of my siblings could truly handle. The bullying seemed to increase between the grades of 1st and 5th for me. Its pretty hard to fit in when you wear second hand everything, recieve free lunches by the state, and get your school supplys from a donation bin. things got worse in 5th grade, because of my parents who were determined to give us the best education possible, moved us to

Dance has been apart of my life ever since I can remember. When I was young, before I officially started my dance training, I was always up on my feet and moving. No matter what hobby I took interest in (whether it was cheerleading, musical theatre, or jump rope), I would always find a way to choreograph little routines a show them to my friends and family. Even when my parents tried to put me in sports, I would do cartwheels and dance on the playing fields, completely oblivious to what was going on during the games. When I look back at how I started my dance training, I just smile and laugh because I was so naïve and unaware that it would become such a huge part of my life. In 5th grade I was put into my first dance class as a hobby. It happened because I watched the Disney Channel movie High School Musical and immediately fell in love with it. I showed the movie to my parents and told them, “This is what I want to do.” At the time I thought I excelled in both signing and acting and that all I needed were dance classes. So in 4th grade I was put into my first dance class and I began to scratch the surface of the basics of dance. What I didn’t know then is that dance would slowly but surely influence my entire life and

Dancing is one of the best hobbies because it provides kids a fun escape. According to the article “Dancing for Kids”, Sarah Antrim says “Studies have found that dancing can reduce stress, depression, and anxiety”. When I started to dance for the first time I feels, relaxed, refreshed, and happy. Based on the information in the article it says that, “It can bolster self-esteem. It can help kids achieve and maintain a healthy weight. So after it say that I feel like I can dance more because it help our body and it’s good for our health.

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

I have been privileged to be born into a family whose matriarchs and patriarchs that are supportive and lovable and who have passed those characteristics down. There is a long list of family members who have cultivated these cornerstone characteristics stemming back to my grandparents and great grandparents who established a close family unit and this carried through the aunts, uncles, cousins, and everyone else is in the family tree. The main members of the family who contributed the most are my mother and her side of the family. My grandmother, who has since passed away, and her husband have both played a major role in dictating the direction of the family and thus greatly influenced my upbringing. They were the members who helped my single mother take care of my siblings and myself. They would watch us while my mom worked and would help with any situation. My grandmother and grandfather instilled a lot of life lessons and they helped create a lot of lasting memories. My father is another aspect of my cultural self. He and my mother met while working together but later divorced after 4 short years leaving my mother alone with 3 children. He and his mother were in and out of my siblings and mothers lives and so their influence was minimal. Their cultural influence was much greater early on when our relationship was stronger, but it was since faded throughout the years. We are now in the process of getting to re know one another. My

My mother, Brandi, and my father, Stephen, married and had me as their only child together. They divorced when I was five years old. I spent most of my days with my three cousins: Kelcie, Courtney, and Isabella. A few years went by and both of my parents met their current spouses. My mother is married to my stepfather, Clint King, and my father is married to my stepmother, Ryan McCleskey. Clint has a son that is four years older than me, Bailey King. Ryan has a daughter that is two years younger than me, Ashley McCoshum, and my father and Ryan gave me my half sister, Kaia McCleskey. I cannot believe how close I am with my two step siblings. My stepbrother is away at college in Portland; I miss him and am looking forward to when I get to see him again. I spend half of my time at my mother’s and the other half at my father’s so I only get to see Ashley and Kaia half of the

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.