10 years ago. i found myself walking into a dance studio. "The Royal Acadamy School of Dancing". no one could imagine the fear in me. i was one who never really opened up. i was the odd one in class who dreaded going to the playground. at a mere age of 5. i was made to face the major turning point of my life. BALLET. nobody knows the significance ballet holds for me. though fearful in the first lesson, i loosened up after awhile. i engaged with the dance steps and expressed my feelings into movements. that was the joy of dancing. ballet changed me from a shy-touch-me-not girl. to a more adventurous more curious girl. i spent 8 years dancing in the studio. with miss sylvia mccally being the most strictest yet the most caring dance instructor i ever met or ever want to know. she moulded me. form a hard piece of clay into the softest plasticine.she let me realize how i could express myself in dancing. the dance studio was like my second home. somewhere along the line. phillipa came into the picture. the first time i met her was when i changed from a saturday class to a sunday class. she stood out from the rest. she had the confidence a dancer should have that i never saw in any of the other dancers. the ballet teachers praised her. and i could feel she knew she was good. she was my motivation. i wanted to be like her. we became friends. and slowly grew closer. we'd express ourselves in ballet together. share different dance moves, different stretching and different comments after each class. the both of us paired up so well during class. synchronizing so well we seemed like twins. we both advanced smoothly into grade 3 together. but in the mid of grade4. she had to leave for america as her dad got posted in his job. we danced for the last time in a concert called "An evening with tchyvoischy" it took 3 weeks of intensive training in order to prepare for the huge concert. then she left. the next week i felt as if i was walking into class feeling a little naked. a wierd sense of lose. like some part of me was missing. i was too young to understand that the missing ingredient was actually my dear friend phillipa. my inspiration. i started performing worse and worse in class as i never ever dared open up as freely as i did with phillipa. when i reached sec 1 , i told myself that was it. i dreaded going for ballet as the teachers would ask. "why are you deproving so much? since phillipa left, your so much more anti-social." i was so afriad of those words. i hated being compared to her. i quit ballet. though i have to admit i have never lost intrest for it. the burining desire to dance and to express myself still lights in me. now i'v decided. phillipa has gone far in dancing. she's performing very well. going for ballet camps and all. who knows? next my bestfriend in the past may just be the top ballerina in the world. i dont want to lack behind her. only to be known as the girl who quit. i'm going to persue my desire. so miss mccally. please give me a chance. 9.00pm is drawing soon. its now or friday.
sarah writes/ 7/25/2006 08:41:00 PM
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my name is sarah
i love talking
im like any human being in this world
i brought joy to this world on 25 december 1991
i like to laugh
i dont like to cry
i love god
i love everyone important to me
and most importantly i love myself
