Personal Narrative: The Sixth Grade Dance

I walked on stage, my head pounding and my knees shaking. I looked to the audience, but bright, glaring lights blocked their faces. As the music started playing, I forced a smile onto my face. I can usually smile naturally, but tonight was different.

- “If I was the question, would you be my answer, if I was the music, would you be the dancer.”-I was singing, gosh this song is annoying I thought -” Oh My God this song is stuck in my head! hmmm what about… I know my ring was gonna get laid about a week ago…...no, I’m not feeling Pitbull, what about hmmmm……. they say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be!”-yeah, some Fall out Boy sounds great right now I told myself quietly.

“Gold Dusters! USA! Gold Dusters! USA!” I was just getting ready to go on the Timberwolves’ floor for my second time that day; We had made the finals and we were in search for the medal at the end. It was my second year at the state tournament; I was 15. I was underground, underneath the stadium, listening to the stomping, the cheering, the screaming, and the many hands clapping, as they waited for our team to come out to dance. I could feel my blood pumping through my veins. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

It was fourth grade; new teachers, kids, climate. How was I going to compel myself to having relationships with anyone all over again. Young, but not naive, it seemed like I used to guilt myself thinking it is all my fault that everyone disappears from my life sooner or later. I quickly came to the realization that you have to become self reliant and do not

On the Saturday morning that the team was announced, I was wracked with fear. I was participating in a rehearsal for a dance competition with another team during the hours leading up to the time that the list was going to be posted. Trying to get through that rehearsal was nearly impossible as my attention was more focused on what color nail polish would best match my new Chiefettes shirt that I would be wearing to school on Monday. Once my mother and sister arrived to pick me up from the studio, I shook nervously in the back seat, sending messages to my other friends, waiting to find out the news. Both my mother and my sister remained silent, but I knew that they were praying just like I was that I would see my number on that list. As we

Me and my friends Preben, Bryan, Dillon, and Lucas go to the school dance on friday the 13th. Preben is the one nerd out of are group. Bryan is the guy who thinks he is all big and tough but when it comes to a fight he can’t fight at all, Lucas is the scaredy cat, Dillon is the curious one who always wants to explore scary stuff, and I’m the one who don’t really care about anything. People at the dance kept making up rumors that if you leave the first 5 people to leave the dance would be haunted or followed by a mummy. But after a while we weren 't having fun so we planned on leaving. Were walked in the hallway’s to leave the dance.

For the past six years, I have been dancing at Shirley Matta Dance Academy. I have been taught many dances of different variety such as jazz, tap, ballet, lyrical, contemporary, etc. The studio has recently begun offering Pointe classes, which I also attend. In addition to attending the studio, I also assist in teaching dance and gymnastics classes there. This has been an experience that I will never forget, especially since I spend most of my time at the dance studio. It has helped me in so many ways. Not only have I improved immensely as a dancer, my communication and leadership skills have skyrocketed as well. In fact, every Tuesday, I currently teach ballet to a group of about fifteen girls between the ages of 7-10 year all by myself. In

The year is 1923. There is this very small, quiet, and amazing town in Ohio called Otway. In this town there is a small white two story house with a beautiful garden as a backyard. In this house lives a 12 year old brunette haired girl named Myronetta June.

1-2-3 up I was in the doing great and not moving around. It was the beginning of the 6th grade cheer season grade cheer season. I was trying out to be a flyer for the stunt.

An extracurricular activity that I have had the pleasure to take part in for the past five years is the Greenwood College School dance team. Starting off as a new and young member of the team, I often faded in the background and followed the instruction of senior students, showing up to practice and doing the dances as told. During my first two years, in addition to being in various senior choreographed routines, I choreographed a dance alongside girls in my grade, an experience that gave me a basis of teamwork skills including compromise, commitment, open mindedness, reliability and creativity. After I became an experienced member of the team, the coach offered me a position as the team coordinator which I happily accepted. For the past two

The comfort zone - I was about to leave it. With my heart pounding violently against my chest, I realize that this adrenaline rush is causing my hands to tremble; I am itching to begin. Auditioning for the MRHS Dance Team marked my transition from a girl who hid in the shadows, to a girl who danced in the spotlight.

The phone rings. My mom steps up from her worn office chair and grabs her cell phone.

For these past two years in high school, I have been taking Cleo Mack’s dance program that is provided for us at MCVTS. Starting the program freshman year I did not know what to expect at all but I am glad my mom pushed me to come to this school. I have been dancing since I was three at a competition studio who is very strict about almost everything especially performance quality, but as I have learned from Ms. Mack it’s good to tone down the face and make your dancing more authentic and real.

Jan told my sister that the new group, the Dance Boys, was at the mall.

I started ballet when I was 5 years old. At first I did not want to join ballet. But my mom forced me to join. When I tried out, I was really enjoying the class. But I did not want to show that I did enjoy it.