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The Age Of Fourteen, I Became An Anomaly Essay

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At the ripe age of fourteen, I became an anomaly. An anomaly who was well-known throughout the fiercely competitive world of ballet; the girl who started ballet at fourteen, and worked so hard she was company ready by seventeen. I was the girl who international company directors from New York City Ballet, San Francisco Ballet, Royal Winnipeg Ballet, and more referred to as the “racehorse”. And with the snap of a finger, or rather, my back, it was all gone. All it took was forty-eight hours. You could accomplish a lot in forty-eight hours: travel to Australia and back, write a term paper or two, drive from Vancouver to Montreal. In forty-eight hours, my world came crashing down. I was ushered from doctor to doctor, each giving me the same dreaded news; bed rest for two weeks, and never dance again. I was faced not only with an existential mid-teen crisis, but also a vastly important and nerve-racking question, whose answer I feared greater than any performance to a sold out theatre: What next?

I suppose we all know how that story ends; I mean, business school right? Right. I am the definition of taking the path less travelled, from home schooling to further my ballet career, to not even initially intending to attend business school. I figured, now that I was, as previously stated, faced with this existential crisis, that I would apply to McGill. Both of my parents had grown up in Montreal; my grandparents, great-grandparents, and a few aunts and uncles had come to McGill.

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