Dance is an aspect that accommodates with emotions and displays creativity. This form of art is a major priority in my life. I have been a student at the Dance Depot since the age of five. Over the years, my skills progressed and this activity grew serious and challenging. As a young, inexperienced child, the exhibition symbolized a minor sport in my daily life. However, this current point of view changed dramatically on a summer afternoon in 2009. My mother received an interesting email from the Dance Depot. It was brought to my attention that tryouts were held for the competitive dance team. This news brought excitement and concerns. The dance team involved long practices, multiple responsibilities, and a hard work ethic. Additionally, a few other issues consisted of time management and schoolwork. My parents debated whether or not I would be ready to balance these obligations. They expressed the importance of dedication, explaining that there could be times when giving up social events were required. Not only were my parents supportive, but my encouraging, inspiring dance teacher, Miss Erika, shaped me into the expressive
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The mail man recently passed by our house, and there was a likely chance the letter hid somewhere in the stack. It included information, positive or negative, depending on my performance level in the auditions. After about 20 minutes of hesitation, I carefully opened the envelope. The first words stood out to me, the ones that significantly changed my life. In big, black, bold letters, it congratulated me for being accepted as a new member into the competitive team. This specific statement caused my jaw to drop and eyes enlarge. My heart pumped with enthusiasm; not believing the information I just read. The family of mine gathered around to see why I suddenly jumped with joy. Likewise, they joined in on the excitement, proud to hear about my accomplishment. Regardless of much exuberance, a thought process deemed
The mail man recently passed by our house, and there was a likely chance the letter hid somewhere in the stack. It included information, positive or negative, depending on my performance level in the auditions. After about 20 minutes of hesitation, I carefully opened the envelope. The first words stood out to me, the ones that significantly changed my life. In big, black, bold letters, it congratulated me for being accepted as a new member into the competitive team. This specific statement caused my jaw to drop and eyes enlarge. My heart pumped with enthusiasm; not believing the information I just read. The family of mine gathered around to see why I suddenly jumped with joy. Likewise, they joined in on the excitement, proud to hear about my accomplishment. Regardless of much exuberance, a thought process deemed