Dance is just like an essay. In order to get better, each individual needs to practice. The biggest difference, at least for me, is that most of the time dance is fun and an essay is not. Well, enough of comparing. Lets go back 4 years ago when I first entered Woodrow Wilson High School. I remember myself being very nervous, but exited at the same time. Wondering if I was going to like my classes and my teachers. Every day when it was time to go to dance class, my mood changed from lazy and pessimistic to positive and energetic. Dance is something that enjoy doing. Not only because of that my mood changed, but also because Ms. King, the dance teacher, made me feel in a comfortable environment since day one. She was kind and funny. Every time
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We did try different kinds of music. The combination of movements was awesome because each one will go along with the beat of the song. There is this type of dance called “contemporary dance” which is the opposite. In general, the movements have to be very fluid. The dancer needs to have perfect technic which means that they should be strong to make sharp movements in some intervals. Ms. King started teaching us that. This was not only hard, but also super boring. Bad combination. I just didn’t like that kind of dance at all. Before she started teaching us that, I always danced no matter if it was something new. This time I automatically stopped and go seat …show more content…
king always called me out to be in the front of the class to dance. At first I thought it was a punishment for the way I talked to her. That’s was not correct, but neither was because I danced extraordinary. Then she told me that I needed to let go my fears. I always felt confused because for me it was clear that wasn’t fear instead was something I just didn’t like. With the past of the time I realized it was true, it was actually fear. Fear to try something new and fail at it. In my senior year I wasn’t one of the best, but I was good when dancing contemporary. This event always comes back to me when I am in a similar situation. Now I make wise decisions because I know that is not that I can’t, but fear is the one thing stopping me. If I want to succeed, I know that I have to take the opportunity to experience more things. Doing new things don’t go bad at all, I didn’t know that I could be good at something that seemed impossible. All I needed was to step out of my comfort
We did try different kinds of music. The combination of movements was awesome because each one will go along with the beat of the song. There is this type of dance called “contemporary dance” which is the opposite. In general, the movements have to be very fluid. The dancer needs to have perfect technic which means that they should be strong to make sharp movements in some intervals. Ms. King started teaching us that. This was not only hard, but also super boring. Bad combination. I just didn’t like that kind of dance at all. Before she started teaching us that, I always danced no matter if it was something new. This time I automatically stopped and go seat …show more content…
king always called me out to be in the front of the class to dance. At first I thought it was a punishment for the way I talked to her. That’s was not correct, but neither was because I danced extraordinary. Then she told me that I needed to let go my fears. I always felt confused because for me it was clear that wasn’t fear instead was something I just didn’t like. With the past of the time I realized it was true, it was actually fear. Fear to try something new and fail at it. In my senior year I wasn’t one of the best, but I was good when dancing contemporary. This event always comes back to me when I am in a similar situation. Now I make wise decisions because I know that is not that I can’t, but fear is the one thing stopping me. If I want to succeed, I know that I have to take the opportunity to experience more things. Doing new things don’t go bad at all, I didn’t know that I could be good at something that seemed impossible. All I needed was to step out of my comfort