Personal Narrative: My First Ballet Class

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Lights transfigure from one brilliant hue to the next at a moment’s notice. Layers of tulle trail behind dancers, accentuating their limber, calculated movements. Thunderous music emanating from the orchestra pit resonates powerfully, even from my seat in the balcony. I am three years old, perched on the edge of a plastic booster seat at the Wang Theater, watching The Nutcracker with a bag of M&Ms melting in my clenched fists. I am experiencing a complete sensory overload, and all I can think is I want to do that. However, upon arrival to my first ballet class, I was dismayed at the utter lack of tulle, sparkles, and general glamour in the comparatively drab classroom. To make matters worse, my tights were unbearably itchy, and I resented having to stand at the ballet barre and concentrate for what seemed like hours at a time. Fortunately, the promise of a recital at the end of the year kept me coming back each week. As time went on, it became clear that dance was much more than a juvenile phase for me; other childhood pastimes fell to the …show more content…

Despite years of experience, my first performance in front of my high school’s student body prompted the most gut-wrenching stage fright I’ve ever experienced. But that small risk has paid off tenfold; I’ve foraged connections with faculty and students through dance. Furthermore, my love of movement has introduced me to other powerful modes of expression, whether it be crafting articles about dance for the school newspaper, mastering choreography as dance captain for the school musical, or exploring theater through Grotowski movement techniques. Perhaps most significantly, dance has exposed me to a diverse variety of people and experiences, ranging from performances raising awareness for gun violence, to teaching dance to enthusiastic children at local YMCAs, to participating in arts immersion programs that benefit at-risk youth in my

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