Dance

To sum it up, I've had a crappy dance education. Every teacher has dropped out after one year, mostly because of them having children. Every teacher taught moves and positions differently, so we relearned the same step every year.... in a different way. Every teacher had different opinions, and told us stuff we were doing wrong that our last teacher had taught us. It was a mess. This last year we finally got some GOOD teachers... but they both got pregnant and decided to stay home with their families. Anyways....I loved the studio and miss it, but I wish I got a better education.

Now that the my studio doesn't offer advanced classes, I went to an assessment at Bountiful School of Ballet. This is 10x more strict than my other studio. I used to hate the strict rules, but I like it here. It fits. It'll be good for me. The assessment was scary and fun. I haven't danced in months and I tore my groin, so some things were hard. There were new combinations I had a hard time getting, and jumps I had a hard time executing. But I liked my turns. I felt confident on those. I went out of the class realizing how much I need to work on, and it scares me.

For a few weeks after that assessment every time I thought of dance I got sick feeling in my stomach. Just because I knew I wasn't very good and had to measure up. But then my adopted grandma, Oma, passed away. She was the person who gave me art supplies and kits and ballerina birthday cards my whole life. She always told me to keep going with my art and dance. She encouraged me every time I came in contact with her. She is what made me decide to keep going. To work hard even though I know it's gonna kill me. I love dancing with all my heart and I don't want to quit, but I know this is gonna be rough. I just think of Oma and I have a good attitude again. I miss her.