Personal Narrative : The First Show

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

there was so many people out there seating in their seats clapping cheering it was amazing. When we start dancing there where so much enthusiasm going through my body I felt exuberant! The stage lights on was perfect with music and the people in their seats cheering, clapping, and really, enjoying themselves and I loved every minute of it. It made me feel special that I was part of something great. Finally, my dream came true to dance and to dance in front of a lot of people and I knew right there that this was not going be my last performance. After we were done, my group and I told each other how much we were proud of each other. Then later we all meet up with our parents and went home with smiles on are faces because it was the best moment of my

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

Last summer I wanted to work and earn a little cash and distract myself and not be home all summer. I didn't know where to apply so I applied everywhere I was even open to working in the fields my parents told me that the fields were the last place they ever wanted me to work. My mom and step dad Raul always told me that field work wasn't easy and that it was not for me but I didn't listen.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

Last week was such an amazing experience! I’m so thankful to have had the opportunity to dance with all my wonderful 4th period friends and take part in the Fall Show, “Subsequent”, with the rest of the BHS Dancers (including my wonderful big, Lindsey)! I’m really proud of how the dance department did as a whole. I love dancing at Brookwood High School because it’s so different than the strict ballet setting that I’m used to at my studio. It is also very special to be part of something at my school. As a Sugarloaf Ballet Company Dancer, I’ve not had this experience before. Dance has always been separate from my school. It is so exciting to be able to say that I dance for Ms. Ellen at Brookwood High School.

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

Well, we got to my sister’s house on Friday, and the showing we were going to was the first Saturday performance. We got ready to go, by ready to go, I mean painting nails, trying on shoes, and doing make-up.

“Hey you want to drive”, my step-dad yelled over the loud engine of blue grizzly 4x4 quad I yelled “yes!!”, so as I got one the quad I put on my helmet and fased the strap on the same color helmet.

Every year, Valley High School dance classes perform different dances during the spring dance concert. This year the concert title was ¨Dancepirations¨ and was performed two days, April 26th and 27th. As a student taking beginning dance, I was part of this year's dance concert. My dance class and I spent months learning and practicing the choreography that Ms. Torres, Yanell, and Yessenia created for us. It was a hip hop dance using Jennifer Lopez’s songs. Our costume also was chosen for them, it was a blue overall with a yellow mustard or burgundy t-shirt. This was an amazing experience where we realized how capable of dance we are and where we learned lessons of great value.

Last year at my dance recital, the craziest thing happened to me. The day started out like this: I woke up, went to a last minute rehearsal for the ballet, and then prepared myself for the show that night. And then while I waited in anticipation for hours to fly by so I could check in at the theater, I got my makeup done and put my hair in a low flat bun for the first dance I had. I also made copies of the pictures at dress rehearsal for all the teachers. After the time got closer, my dad and I went to the theater to check in. Once I got there, I dropped my costumes off in the dressing room, and then went to the stage to get the last minute corrections from my ballet teacher, Ms. Lainie. When all of the dancers got on the stage, she gave the

I quickly put everything else on, the huge tutu, the hair ribbon, and my shoes . It honestly felt like forever until I got to look at myself in the mirror. I just kept fluffing my tut looking at my bedroom door, blow drying my hair, waiting. My recital was at 6:30, at that moment the small hand

I was ecstatic like you would not believe! “Yes! When?” I asked excitedly. Shortly after, the day came and I went to my first dance lesson! I was signed up for creative movement. The class was designed to teach the positions, but I already knew those! “When are we going to dance?” I asked my teacher Miss. Gigi. After one class she told my Mom, “Kate’s ready to move up to Pre Ballet.” I soon had my very first dance recital. I was a bride, with a fluffy, white costume, a white bouquet, and a dainty, silver crown! I felt like the swan on my dance mat. I felt unstoppable. Standing on that stage was the moment I realized I had a talent for

The trailer door fell in front of me and made a thud as it hit the grass, suddenly the dark trailer was lit and my horse was illuminated, as he began calling out. I undid the “butt bar” and walked into the trailer. When I got to my horse, I took the coarse leadrope into my hands and untied it from the old rusted eyehook wedged into the board in the corner. Each step backwards off the trailer brought us one step closer, quit possibly into the beginning of the rest of our show lives together. I looked at Bailey, he threw his head up like a sports team throws up their fists at victory, and I gave him a solid nod.