Today in Theater we had an open class day. That means that all the other eighth graders came to watch us, two classes at a time.
In first period we had our first open class, which was an iffy performance. We were all a bit embarrassed and we hadn't really gotten into it yet. But after that show we had almost two hours to do nothing - they didn't even make us go back to class. We got into heated conversations, so loud that we were yelling, and went sort of crazy. Everyone was particularly surprised at me, because it was the first time I really showed off my loudness when I'm hyper. I'm actually still a bit hoarse from that. We got so utterly hyper that we went into various displays of randomness, and being that it was theater and we're all psychos, it got to be handstands and cartwheels and splits and imitations of drunkards. Someone summarized The Butterfly Effect, which is a movie, except he didn't make it short - it took 45 minutes for us to get through the random plot points and for him to impress upon us the creepiness, violence, and just wrongness of much of the movie. One girl did my makeup, as she'd done for most of the girls in the class before the first show. The whole day, from 8 to 1, I was barefoot - no shoes, no socks.
At 11:30 we had our second "show," which was considerably better than the first one, and much more fun. By then I wasn't embarrassed in the least, not anymore. They're just people, same as us. After our last show, which was by far the best, we all congratulated each other. I skipped around the now-empty studio and drank out of the giant water bottle that was being passed around. We had spent the whole day performing and hanging around with the psycho class. We're all mad, but all the best people are.
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Sunday, March 18, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Seize the Story by Victoria Hanley
If you are a writer, I encourage you to read this book. If not, well...you may still find it interesting, but certainly this is meant directly for "teens who like to write" as it says on the cover.
At first when I looked around for writing advice books I came up with some nice ones. Yeah, they're all nice. I haven't yet read the favorite recommendation of professionals that is Bird by Bird, but I've read Seize the Story by Victoria Hanley; that should count for something, shouldn't it?
On a side note, has anyone else noticed that "seize" is one of the 927 words in the English language that break "i before e except after c?" Because of those words, it is no longer taught in schools.
Continuing with the subject at hand.
So I was reading through all these things talking about writing and publishing, and then I came across Seize the Story. This is not only a helpful guide but also fun to read. Yeah, it goes into grammar and "show don't tell" and things like that, but it's not dry in the least. It's the only writing book I've actually bought besides Writer's Market. It's the only book I dragged along here.
So.
Open up your local library's homepage and search Seize the Story to make sure they have it. If not, get it somewhere else. But to any writers: I do encourage you to read it.
At first when I looked around for writing advice books I came up with some nice ones. Yeah, they're all nice. I haven't yet read the favorite recommendation of professionals that is Bird by Bird, but I've read Seize the Story by Victoria Hanley; that should count for something, shouldn't it?
On a side note, has anyone else noticed that "seize" is one of the 927 words in the English language that break "i before e except after c?" Because of those words, it is no longer taught in schools.
Continuing with the subject at hand.
So I was reading through all these things talking about writing and publishing, and then I came across Seize the Story. This is not only a helpful guide but also fun to read. Yeah, it goes into grammar and "show don't tell" and things like that, but it's not dry in the least. It's the only writing book I've actually bought besides Writer's Market. It's the only book I dragged along here.
So.
Open up your local library's homepage and search Seize the Story to make sure they have it. If not, get it somewhere else. But to any writers: I do encourage you to read it.
Ballet Accomplishments
I recently - that is, on Sunday - restarted ballet. After three weeks of nothing, it was good to be back. Yes, it was work. "Ballet is hard, and then you die."
Today, when we were traveling across the floor, I managed to do my first-ever double pirouette in which I stopped at the end on balance. Supposedly, everyone in Boston Ballet Intermediate 2 is supposed to know how to do that, but I never could. So this is major, and a great source of pride for me.
Of course, the rest of my pirouettes for the day were utterly horrible, but now I know that I am capable of doing a successful double pirouette (that was something doubtful earlier on). So it may well have been chance, but I'm going to take pride in it for all it's worth.
Today, when we were traveling across the floor, I managed to do my first-ever double pirouette in which I stopped at the end on balance. Supposedly, everyone in Boston Ballet Intermediate 2 is supposed to know how to do that, but I never could. So this is major, and a great source of pride for me.
Of course, the rest of my pirouettes for the day were utterly horrible, but now I know that I am capable of doing a successful double pirouette (that was something doubtful earlier on). So it may well have been chance, but I'm going to take pride in it for all it's worth.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
It's Kind of a Funny Story: Book Recommendation!
Today I finished It's Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini, a book which was actually recommended to me by a friend.
The book is about Craig, a freshman at a very competitive high school, who is depressed. He doesn't exactly know why - all he knows is that it's hard to do anything, hard to get up in the morning, hard to get through school, hard to deal with the pressure, hard to stomach any food at all. His grades are going down and it becomes a cycle. Finally it becomes so hard that he almost tries to kill himself, so he checks himself into a hospital. There he attempts to find recovery, or as he calls it, "The Shift," something he's been trying but unable to do for a long time, even with the help of therapists and psychologists.
This book really spoke to me because I have been through some of it. I got depressed for the same reason as Craig, and although I could always eat and I wasn't suicidal, he thinks the same thoughts as I did and looks at the world the same way. He also has the same thoughts about getting out of it - he knows he has to because if he keeps living like that he'll die. I don't know how reading it would be for someone who was never depressed, but it is a very powerful book.
Cups of tea: 33
The book is about Craig, a freshman at a very competitive high school, who is depressed. He doesn't exactly know why - all he knows is that it's hard to do anything, hard to get up in the morning, hard to get through school, hard to deal with the pressure, hard to stomach any food at all. His grades are going down and it becomes a cycle. Finally it becomes so hard that he almost tries to kill himself, so he checks himself into a hospital. There he attempts to find recovery, or as he calls it, "The Shift," something he's been trying but unable to do for a long time, even with the help of therapists and psychologists.
This book really spoke to me because I have been through some of it. I got depressed for the same reason as Craig, and although I could always eat and I wasn't suicidal, he thinks the same thoughts as I did and looks at the world the same way. He also has the same thoughts about getting out of it - he knows he has to because if he keeps living like that he'll die. I don't know how reading it would be for someone who was never depressed, but it is a very powerful book.
Cups of tea: 33
Thursday, January 26, 2012
I found this quote...
...and I really want to share it...
So voici, a quote within a picture. I found this on Tumblr.
It is extremely true...when you write, you can shut yourself in your house and not see anyone for weeks. Although, that would be downright miserable.
Cups of tea: 26, going on 27
So voici, a quote within a picture. I found this on Tumblr.
"Writing: A profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while telling it."
~John Green
It is extremely true...when you write, you can shut yourself in your house and not see anyone for weeks. Although, that would be downright miserable.
Cups of tea: 26, going on 27
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Drawing and Why It Is Fulfilling Even Though It Is Work
Yes, drawing is work. I am not talking about muscle-tiring work, I am talking about brain work. Drawing something, especially someone, so that it actually looks like that person, is mind-draining work. But, like writing is (sometimes), it is the best kind of mind-draining work. Although I will say, writing is not as mind-draining.
However, after spending about two or three hours of my day on a single drawing, it feels good to get it right. And three hours really isn't much work when you think of how long the Sistine Chapel took. No, I would certainly not like to have been Michelangelo. But this drawing which is currently by my elbow and I am rather proud of - it's great for it to be sort of finished.
Cups of tea: 26
However, after spending about two or three hours of my day on a single drawing, it feels good to get it right. And three hours really isn't much work when you think of how long the Sistine Chapel took. No, I would certainly not like to have been Michelangelo. But this drawing which is currently by my elbow and I am rather proud of - it's great for it to be sort of finished.
Cups of tea: 26
Drawing and Why It Is Annoying
My friend's birthday is coming up and I decided to draw her.
Hmmh.
I am referring to three pictures. And I still cannot get it right.
Don't get me wrong, I love art and I love drawing. But the thing that I am worst at drawing is faces. Yes, exactly the thing that I set out to do.
I have, of course, improved greatly since I decided against drawing faces whenever possible. One summer at art camp, our teacher taught us to draw ourselves accurately. I actually captured myself fairly alright. But somehow, I am having, shall we call it, extreme difficulty getting this thing to look like her. Extreme difficulty leads to frustration.
But I WILL NOT GIVE UP. (That's what I've been telling myself since I started. It works.)
Cups of tea: 26
Hmmh.
I am referring to three pictures. And I still cannot get it right.
Don't get me wrong, I love art and I love drawing. But the thing that I am worst at drawing is faces. Yes, exactly the thing that I set out to do.
I have, of course, improved greatly since I decided against drawing faces whenever possible. One summer at art camp, our teacher taught us to draw ourselves accurately. I actually captured myself fairly alright. But somehow, I am having, shall we call it, extreme difficulty getting this thing to look like her. Extreme difficulty leads to frustration.
But I WILL NOT GIVE UP. (That's what I've been telling myself since I started. It works.)
Cups of tea: 26
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Theater
Because that was the highlight of the day. The other classes were French, in which I have learned what they learn in high school, geography, in which we watched a video on sharks (which, incidentally, don't have much to do with geography), and shelach (של''ח), in which we sorta reviewed stuff and got out of class about five minutes early.
Theater class. Well, the first thing that happened was the introduction of a part I may be playing in this college student's cinema project, in which, if he chooses me, I will be playing a tomboy who becomes girly. 'Tis exciting. And during recess my friends and I sort of went around, looked up something in the library, and went back to the theater room. That room is part of a basement, the walls painted black, the ceiling low with fancy lights and a small stage (which is really just a long step), and the stairwell pasted with endless posters, advertising plays and movies. In the theater room was most of the theater class, being crazy as they were normally. My friends and I set up chairs in the middle of the room, along with a few chairs as footrests. One of my friends propped up her feet on the other's, then two other boys dragged their chairs over and joined the foot-pile, then another girl, and I put mine on top. Eventually the person on the bottom started to complain, so we took our feet down, but somehow the sole of her boot fell off (no one knows precisely how) and the only thing we had to glue it back on was my roll of sellotape, so it was an interesting affair. During the second theater class (we had it double), we reviewed small sections of the production of Romeo and Juliet which we are doing. Neither I nor the other Shira has a part yet. But it was fun anyway.
One of the other highlights of being in theater is that I get to go to plays with my twenty-four person class (which, on a side note, is considered fairly small here). I know we're going to Hamlet sometime, as well as another play I don't remember. Isn't it awesome?
Theater class: the best.
Cups of tea: 26 (no tea pour moi today, but I did drink hot cocoa)
Theater class. Well, the first thing that happened was the introduction of a part I may be playing in this college student's cinema project, in which, if he chooses me, I will be playing a tomboy who becomes girly. 'Tis exciting. And during recess my friends and I sort of went around, looked up something in the library, and went back to the theater room. That room is part of a basement, the walls painted black, the ceiling low with fancy lights and a small stage (which is really just a long step), and the stairwell pasted with endless posters, advertising plays and movies. In the theater room was most of the theater class, being crazy as they were normally. My friends and I set up chairs in the middle of the room, along with a few chairs as footrests. One of my friends propped up her feet on the other's, then two other boys dragged their chairs over and joined the foot-pile, then another girl, and I put mine on top. Eventually the person on the bottom started to complain, so we took our feet down, but somehow the sole of her boot fell off (no one knows precisely how) and the only thing we had to glue it back on was my roll of sellotape, so it was an interesting affair. During the second theater class (we had it double), we reviewed small sections of the production of Romeo and Juliet which we are doing. Neither I nor the other Shira has a part yet. But it was fun anyway.
One of the other highlights of being in theater is that I get to go to plays with my twenty-four person class (which, on a side note, is considered fairly small here). I know we're going to Hamlet sometime, as well as another play I don't remember. Isn't it awesome?
Theater class: the best.
Cups of tea: 26 (no tea pour moi today, but I did drink hot cocoa)
Sunday, January 22, 2012
THE FAULT IN OUR STARS IS HERE AND IT'S HOLY
Exactly what the title says.
And why is it holy?
Because John Green signed it. HE ACTUALLY HAS PHYSICALLY SIGNED IT. His signature is red, if you were wondering. Most of them were green. Some were purple. I got red. I cannot put into words how excited I am for it to BE HERE.
The reason John Green is so amazing is because he is a leader of Nerdfighteria and he's a brilliant author. Yes, John, if every you stumble across this blog post, which it is very likely you won't, I want you to know that you are one of my role models. I want to be able to write as powerfully as you can. Not better than you (because frankly, that would be close to impossible) but I would like to move people with words. As you do. And besides that you're a great YouTuber with views that I mostly agree with. I say mostly because I have not seen all of your videos.
Why am I addressing someone who will likely never read this post? I have no idea. Do not question the bipolar depressed lunatic. Which I am pretty close to being, really, if I'm not that yet.
Cups of tea: 24
And why is it holy?
Because John Green signed it. HE ACTUALLY HAS PHYSICALLY SIGNED IT. His signature is red, if you were wondering. Most of them were green. Some were purple. I got red. I cannot put into words how excited I am for it to BE HERE.
The reason John Green is so amazing is because he is a leader of Nerdfighteria and he's a brilliant author. Yes, John, if every you stumble across this blog post, which it is very likely you won't, I want you to know that you are one of my role models. I want to be able to write as powerfully as you can. Not better than you (because frankly, that would be close to impossible) but I would like to move people with words. As you do. And besides that you're a great YouTuber with views that I mostly agree with. I say mostly because I have not seen all of your videos.
Why am I addressing someone who will likely never read this post? I have no idea. Do not question the bipolar depressed lunatic. Which I am pretty close to being, really, if I'm not that yet.
Cups of tea: 24
To the Post Office!
So just now, we went to the post office to pick up a package which my mom thought was some sheet music for the Magnificat she's playing in a few weeks, but NO! Guess what it was!
It's so exciting!
IT'S THE FAULT IN OUR STARS! BY JOHN GREEN! THE BOOK THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO ARRIVE MID-FEBRUARY! AHHH!
Now I shall open it...
It's so exciting!
IT'S THE FAULT IN OUR STARS! BY JOHN GREEN! THE BOOK THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO ARRIVE MID-FEBRUARY! AHHH!
Now I shall open it...
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Stars
Today was probably the first entirely clear day we've had here. And tonight is the first clear night I remember.
The reason it matters to me is the stars.
I love stars, astronomy, all that stuff. To think that we're looking into the past, yet into the beyond - that's mind-blowing. And it's hard to get your head around the enormity of the universe, the vast expanse out there - and we may or may not be the only life forms in it.
But what matters to me most is the connection it brings to us on earth. Maybe, thousands of miles away, there is someone else, looking up at the sky, just as I am. I found Orion tonight - it's probably the only constellation I'd recognize anywhere - and it's significant to me because I know that back home they can see it too. Maybe they were staring out the window during school just as I was looking out there. They couldn't see the stars just as I could, right at that moment - but it doesn't matter.
I don't know why the sky and stars mean so much to me, but if you think about it, the sky is one thing that binds us together. In fact, we are biologically geared to find blue a comforting color because of the sky (and the ocean), which is something we can always count on. Packages and products are often blue because of this. It's actually very interesting how we're programmed to respond to our surroundings.
You never know what opportunities lie out there. So look up at the sky - you never know who's looking there too.
Cups of tea: 19
The reason it matters to me is the stars.
I love stars, astronomy, all that stuff. To think that we're looking into the past, yet into the beyond - that's mind-blowing. And it's hard to get your head around the enormity of the universe, the vast expanse out there - and we may or may not be the only life forms in it.
But what matters to me most is the connection it brings to us on earth. Maybe, thousands of miles away, there is someone else, looking up at the sky, just as I am. I found Orion tonight - it's probably the only constellation I'd recognize anywhere - and it's significant to me because I know that back home they can see it too. Maybe they were staring out the window during school just as I was looking out there. They couldn't see the stars just as I could, right at that moment - but it doesn't matter.
I don't know why the sky and stars mean so much to me, but if you think about it, the sky is one thing that binds us together. In fact, we are biologically geared to find blue a comforting color because of the sky (and the ocean), which is something we can always count on. Packages and products are often blue because of this. It's actually very interesting how we're programmed to respond to our surroundings.
You never know what opportunities lie out there. So look up at the sky - you never know who's looking there too.
Cups of tea: 19
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Saying Goodbye, Day 5: Part 1
I've decided to do this post in two parts because the second part must stand alone for me.
Today was goodbye to my ballet school. My ballet teacher made me promise to write to them. She also gave me a "good spot," which is standing in front of the mirror. I won't deny that it was nice to have lots of space, but I rather dislike standing right up next to the mirror. Other than that, class was lots of fun – we learned grand pas de chat, which is now one of my favorite steps. My friend Yinuo half-suffocated me after class with a hug. It doesn't feel like leaving.
Character class was really great as well. My character teacher was in a good mood, and we learned a lot of new steps, including a plié in "Jewish character" which was enjoyable. We did a new Mazurka in the center. It was really strange to bid goodbye to my class - I see them four days a week. And then today - just a hug goodbye. Even some girls who I don't know that well hugged me.
Realness scale: 8
Today was goodbye to my ballet school. My ballet teacher made me promise to write to them. She also gave me a "good spot," which is standing in front of the mirror. I won't deny that it was nice to have lots of space, but I rather dislike standing right up next to the mirror. Other than that, class was lots of fun – we learned grand pas de chat, which is now one of my favorite steps. My friend Yinuo half-suffocated me after class with a hug. It doesn't feel like leaving.
Character class was really great as well. My character teacher was in a good mood, and we learned a lot of new steps, including a plié in "Jewish character" which was enjoyable. We did a new Mazurka in the center. It was really strange to bid goodbye to my class - I see them four days a week. And then today - just a hug goodbye. Even some girls who I don't know that well hugged me.
Realness scale: 8
Friday, December 30, 2011
Reading
Today I have been reading.
I finished Feed by M. T. Anderson within three hours of starting. It made me think of technology a whole lot differently. It's about a society where "the feed," an electronic device installed into the brain, controls everything - what you do, what you buy, what goes on with your life. The main character, Titus, has always taken it for granted. Then he meets a girl named Violet, who decides to fight the feed.
Consider this a recommendation.
I am currently reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. By currently I mean that I just closed the book for a bit and am about to go back to it. Lots of people are surprised that I haven't read Hunger Games, but there you go. I'm reading it now, okay?
I am a swallow-books-whole reader. I read super fast through the book then go back and enjoy the bits I liked. And quotes stick in my mind - I'm not really sure how. I just gather small morsels of information. There are quotes I can remember from books I read two or three years back, perhaps more. But the unfortunate thing is, I can't force myself to memorize things. So much for that.
Now excuse me, I must go back to my book. The Games are about to start.
I finished Feed by M. T. Anderson within three hours of starting. It made me think of technology a whole lot differently. It's about a society where "the feed," an electronic device installed into the brain, controls everything - what you do, what you buy, what goes on with your life. The main character, Titus, has always taken it for granted. Then he meets a girl named Violet, who decides to fight the feed.
Consider this a recommendation.
I am currently reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. By currently I mean that I just closed the book for a bit and am about to go back to it. Lots of people are surprised that I haven't read Hunger Games, but there you go. I'm reading it now, okay?
I am a swallow-books-whole reader. I read super fast through the book then go back and enjoy the bits I liked. And quotes stick in my mind - I'm not really sure how. I just gather small morsels of information. There are quotes I can remember from books I read two or three years back, perhaps more. But the unfortunate thing is, I can't force myself to memorize things. So much for that.
Now excuse me, I must go back to my book. The Games are about to start.
YouTube
Just a few hours ago I was feeling horrible. Then I watched YouTube.
I don't know if any of you are as addicted to it as I am. It's definitely an amazing thing. Search anything and there will likely be a video for it.
So I watched YouTube. All better now.
I don't know if any of you are as addicted to it as I am. It's definitely an amazing thing. Search anything and there will likely be a video for it.
So I watched YouTube. All better now.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Writing
I was asking my friend over chat right now what I should blog about. She came up with a respectably long list of ideas (including "your awesome best friend"). I didn't use any of her topics. Generally when people suggest ideas I don't use them, but it makes me come up with my own. So, what to blog about? WRITING.
I was quite surprised at the fact that I have not yet ranted about writing. It's quite a good topic to rant about.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I love writing. It isn't always necessarily fun as much as it is something I sort of need to do in some way, shape or form. I am not constantly bombarded with ideas, so that's not my reason, but it's more that it's in my DNA somehow. I have liked writing for as long as I can remember, pretty much. The first story I wrote was titled "Beautiful Funny Land" and its yet-unfinished state reflects the state of most of my fiction writing today: abandoned or stocked in the back of my mind somehow. But fiction isn't all I write - I absolutely love poetry and memoirs. Poetry is concise and short, and you are supposed to use fancy language, which is enormous fun. Memoirs are awesome because there's no need to make up anything, but you get to use awesomely elaborate language and narratives. But making things up can be fun as well. You get to lie and be praised for it!
I don't know precisely why I write, but one of the reasons is that it lets me say and do things that I can't in real life. Secrets, thoughts, and feelings can come up vaguely in my writing. If I'm angry, I can just unleash it onto my characters. You can tell I've had a bad day when prominent characters die or are in unusually difficult circumstances.
Writing is something I was born to do. Some people like to draw, some like to run, some like to collect famous last words, but I write. And I love it.
Anybody notice the Looking For Alaska reference? Such a good book...
I was quite surprised at the fact that I have not yet ranted about writing. It's quite a good topic to rant about.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I love writing. It isn't always necessarily fun as much as it is something I sort of need to do in some way, shape or form. I am not constantly bombarded with ideas, so that's not my reason, but it's more that it's in my DNA somehow. I have liked writing for as long as I can remember, pretty much. The first story I wrote was titled "Beautiful Funny Land" and its yet-unfinished state reflects the state of most of my fiction writing today: abandoned or stocked in the back of my mind somehow. But fiction isn't all I write - I absolutely love poetry and memoirs. Poetry is concise and short, and you are supposed to use fancy language, which is enormous fun. Memoirs are awesome because there's no need to make up anything, but you get to use awesomely elaborate language and narratives. But making things up can be fun as well. You get to lie and be praised for it!
I don't know precisely why I write, but one of the reasons is that it lets me say and do things that I can't in real life. Secrets, thoughts, and feelings can come up vaguely in my writing. If I'm angry, I can just unleash it onto my characters. You can tell I've had a bad day when prominent characters die or are in unusually difficult circumstances.
Writing is something I was born to do. Some people like to draw, some like to run, some like to collect famous last words, but I write. And I love it.
Anybody notice the Looking For Alaska reference? Such a good book...
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Ballet
As you may know, I dance ballet.
I'm not that dancer who's top in every class and the teachers are lavishing praise on me; I'm rather the opposite. I have to work my hardest to get noticed at all, and usually when I do get noticed it is a small correction. But it's worth that much more. Since Friday, I have maintained a "getting noticed" streak for every class, which I am planning to keep up.
Another thing about ballet teachers - besides their immense favoritism - is that they love making connections, analogies, and inspirational speeches. Some of my favorites are:
"Ballet is hard, and then you die."
"You can't let things happen to you. You have to make things happen."
"You can't come into class saying, Oh, I'm so bad at this. I hate this step. Because that way you won't get better. You have to figure out a way to say to yourself, Oh, I guess they're kind of ok. They're pretty fun, actually. Then you will improve."
Some of the things they say are things that are worth it even outside the studio. And sometimes, when you're having a bad day, ballet will lift your spirits. The teachers love making jokes about just about anything, including mistakes that you make. They can generally get a laugh out of all of us.
Ballet is an immense commitment at this age, because you're basically on a professional track. If I was good enough, I could, from this level, continue to a life in professional dance. So it's a big commitment - but definitely worth it.
Dancers, who's with me?
I'm not that dancer who's top in every class and the teachers are lavishing praise on me; I'm rather the opposite. I have to work my hardest to get noticed at all, and usually when I do get noticed it is a small correction. But it's worth that much more. Since Friday, I have maintained a "getting noticed" streak for every class, which I am planning to keep up.
Another thing about ballet teachers - besides their immense favoritism - is that they love making connections, analogies, and inspirational speeches. Some of my favorites are:
"Ballet is hard, and then you die."
"You can't let things happen to you. You have to make things happen."
"You can't come into class saying, Oh, I'm so bad at this. I hate this step. Because that way you won't get better. You have to figure out a way to say to yourself, Oh, I guess they're kind of ok. They're pretty fun, actually. Then you will improve."
Some of the things they say are things that are worth it even outside the studio. And sometimes, when you're having a bad day, ballet will lift your spirits. The teachers love making jokes about just about anything, including mistakes that you make. They can generally get a laugh out of all of us.
Ballet is an immense commitment at this age, because you're basically on a professional track. If I was good enough, I could, from this level, continue to a life in professional dance. So it's a big commitment - but definitely worth it.
Dancers, who's with me?
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