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At the time, I did not know that joining a team could change my life. I did not know if I would enjoy dancing on a competitive team. During the fall of 2011, my third grade year, I started attending Mrs.Karen’s hip-hop class on Tuesdays at The Leroux School of Dance. Mrs.Karen was a patient and encouraging dance instructor. My mother was a big part of this life changing event considering she was generous and caring during this experience. She worked full time and dropped me off and picked me up at dance practice five days a week. I was kind to my fellow dancers and was open-minded about the outcomes of joining the team. I was happy throughout this whole experience and had no regrets. Furthermore, I did not realize that starting dance was the best decision I ever made. I will never forget one particular dance class. I was practicing the dance that we had just learned that day. …show more content…
The first being that I had to give up the other activities that I was participating at the time. Quitting basketball and karate was upsetting, but we thought that dance would be a better opportunity because I had natural rhythm and enjoyed dancing on my own at home. In addition, I was at the dance studio five days a week for two to four hours at a time. A few nights I would eat my dinner at the studio, in-between classes. I was disappointed that I could not enjoy dinner with my parents. I had to find time for homework as well and occasionally had to miss friend’s birthday parties, which was upsetting to me, especially at that age. Conversely, I had more confidence in myself by being given the opportunity to dance competitively. I was proud of myself for taking this chance to be on the team. I worked my hardest in rehearsals and practices to be prepared for competition. Mrs.Karen helped guide me through the dance classes. My mother’s excitement did not change, she was proud of me. It was a marvelous
It all started freshman year of high school. I really wanted to get involved in some kind of sport or club. I couldn’t decide what to do. Many people said I should join the lacrosse team and my response was “I have never played before, how am I suppose to make the team”. I always had an interest in lacrosse however I was scared to go out and buy all the expensive equipment and not make the team.. I went home that night and asked my parents what I should do. My dad encouraged me to go out and try. He said it doesn’t hurt to try. That next morning of school, I raced to the athletic office and signed up for lacrosse, and when that bell rang after school I went to the lacrosse store nearest to me and bought all of the gear so that I could make the first tryout. The fist tryout was the day after I bought all of the gear.
It was fair to me that my brother was participating on a baseball team while I've been wanting to dance for years. In order to perform, I of course needed to go to the practice. Practicing three times a week for three hours was rough for the first few weeks considering I was a beginner, but I didn't let that intimidate me and so I continued. Making new friends, learning more about Mexican culture, and boosting my confidence, all of these in my eyes were areas that I had some sort of struggled with but dance little by little, helped me accomplish such positive effects in the three.
The typical idea of a dancer is that they are tall, slender, full of energy, and lucky because they dance with all of the “stars”. Much of this is true, however, what many people do not think of are the many hardships that a dancer goes through in order to achieve their high status in the dance world. It takes much hard work and determination along with good direction to become a dancer. However, nothing good comes without a price. Dancers often times have many pressures put on them which can lead to physical and emotional damages. These damages occur through the pressures from the media, parents, teammates, and the stereotype that society has placed on dancers.
I have been dancing since the age of four. I started my intense training with Tanju and Patricia Tuzer, Debra Bale, and Linda Brown at Tuzer Ballet. I developed as a dancer, attending every summer intensive performing in every show, advancing from intermediate to apprentice to junior company and finally to senior company. The dance studio became my second home. I took classes in ballet, pointe, modern, contemporary, tap, jazz, lyrical jazz, theatrical movement, hip-hop, zumba, and African-Ballet, pointe, contemporary, and lyrical jazz being my favorites. Even w...
Growing up, one of my priorities was dance. I started dancing at age five at the City Performing Arts Academy and at fifteen I began taking classes at Elite Dance Academy. From early on in my dance career, I aspired to be just like the older dancers at my studio. They were such beautiful dancers and I dreamed of growing up to be as talented as they were. I remember in one of my classes we were given the opportunity to watch the advanced ballet class dance. This was the first time I ever saw dancers en pointe. I was utterly awestruck. I could not wrap my head around how these girls could so gracefully and seemingly effortlessly dance on their toes; however, I knew from that moment that I wanted nothing more than to dance en pointe. Soon, I realized
According to Martha Graham, “Dance is the hidden language of the soul.” To me, dancing is more than just a hobby, it is my life. My dance team is also more than just a team, it is my second family. Each girl on my team has her own unique personality, but somehow, we all get along well. We are all such good friends and have had to make it through many difficult situations already, but all it has done was bring us closer together. The girls on my team are all caring, talented, and funny.
In my freshman year at Lewisville High School I joined the wrestling team. Originally my only reason for joining this discourse community was to lose the weight I gained over the previous summer, but that changed when I got to experience the joy of wrestling firsthand. Being a part of the wrestling team helped me understand the inner workings of the sport, the importance of team chemistry, and what perseverance can accomplish. Joining this discourse community was the best decision I made high school by far.
I have been a dancer since the age of 3. My earliest memory of dance was when I was too terrified to go on stage during a recital and I refused to go on no matter how much they tried to push me. Up until the age of about 12, dance had been just a hobby or an extracurricular activity. In fact, I didn’t even enjoy going to dance. I didn’t have friends there and I wasn’t that good of a dancer. It wasn’t until I participated in Dance Bermuda’s summer dance intensive in collaboration with the American Ballet Theatre in 2012, that I realized that I had a passion for dance. At the program, I was exposed to other dancers that were my age and older and most of them were much more advanced than I. So to avoid being the worst dancer in the program, I took to YouTube and watched hours and hours of dance videos. I researched all the ways to improve my ballet technique. I can remember trying to practice my pirouettes in the kitchen and falling onto the table and knocking a whole bunch of things over. I was determined to be as good as the other girls in the program. By the end of the two weeks I was fired up, motivated, and ready to get back to class after the summer.
When I was about four or five years old, I was introduced to Ballet. I adored being a little ballerina and would read the same dance booklet everyday, practicing the five positions and gracefully positioning my tiny arms and fingers to match the little girl in the illustrations. Because I loved dance so much, my mother enrolled me in Donna Hammond-Phelps
I could not wait to get away from the people who had everything in life handed to them. I felt bad for them as they had no idea what the real world was like. Thanks to my mother, I was prepared for the worst. I had a great work ethic, knew how to budget my money, and most importantly, I knew what it was like to cheer on others. I realized that while I cheered throughout high school and experienced losses on the field, my mom was experiencing losses in her life. This led to the conclusion that cheering on the sidelines was not the only kind of cheerleading that I did. I was indeed my mother’s cheerleader. As I lead my classmates to victory, I was attempting to do the same for my hopeless mother. In order for this role to be filled, I had to go through my “grueling tryout.” The tryout was everything life and my greedy friends from school had taught me. I was not able to be a cheerleader for my mother until I knew what the real world was like. As I am now in college and away from home, I leave my mother alone to go through her tryout. I giver her this time to find herself while I stand in the bleachers cheering her on from afar. I dream that her tryout will someday lead to a personal victory and will therefore inspire others as I did for
There is something beautiful about dance, but there is something more beautiful about dancing with others. When a group of 13 girls and 1 boy can come together from 14 different ways of life and move together as one, then a dance team becomes more than just a dance team. This was not something that happened overnight, it took time, effort and about 7 conversations with our coaches about our values. Without all of those components, this team would have never been the successful, fighting, dream team that we became. Explaining what it is like to be a member of the Kelly Kittens, almost like explaining the taste of water, it’s indescribable.
Whoosh! The strong Alaskan winds were picking up, and my team seemed to be falling behind. The race had just begun, everyone with the hope to win the 1998 Iditarod, with nothing in his or her way. Until the third day when a huge snowstorm hit the teams, many teams just quit thinking it is the end, not my team. Our Musher Aubrey held a strong spirit, which rubbed into us dogs to continue the race. Around the corner a few hours later, the storm passed. Briskly, we all made it out of the brutal storm, without any injuries, and continued on the race. The next few days were amazing for my team, we slid across the reaming teams landing in the first pace standing. One day Luna and Loren, the two sister competitors
I had my first dance recital on the day I turned four. Now I don’t remember anything from that day, but I believe that that day is when I learned I loved to perform. I’ve been taking dance lessons since then, and many things that I do now involve performing in some type of way.
I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.
Like any first experience we remember all the details of the event. I remember my first dance class at J in Jazz Dance Studio. I was under the instruction of Julie Pederson who was one of the young faces in my little town of Sierra Vista. I was thirteen and thought that the class was awesome. Now if you are under the impression that I was great the first time around you are wrong. I was the one goofy awkward kid who was there having fun. Julie thought that I would be gone by the end of three months because I couldn’t hack it. She was just glad that I was there having fun and being a good student. According to some experts, since I started after the age of ten I was not supposed to be any good. Just six months after starting, something somewhere happened to both me and my dance ability. I was put on the competition/performance team, and then I just kept excelling from there. Every year or two, I was put on a higher more difficult team.