First Day of Ballet class

Hello everyone! You might notice from the title my blog and my other topics for other posts are very random.Most of the time I post things that really  I’m very sorry if you are a writer, traveler etc or anyone who is categorized in a certain topic and you are following my blog strictly for the purpose of updates for travel and writing posts only. That is not to say that I am not going to have many future updates in these categories and I assure you they will more coming once I get my creative juices flowing and when school doesn’t kill me. *face plant on the table* Also I would like to say, thank you to new followers. I feel so happy that people are reading what I write and I don’t know how to thank you for it. All I can say is a million thanks and more to those amazing people!

So, without further ado let me begin the big rant about my life/journal blog.

 

Since I was very young maybe about 11 or 12 I was introduced to the world of ballet and I became hyped about it.In those years of my life, my mom was very busy with work and most of the time did not have much time let alone enough energy to look after me. She worked very hard very day.At that time we could not afford to let me attend any ballet classes. My mom was also very old-school and believed that doing anything like ballet would not give me a bright future ahead.

Looking back I can honestly see how inconvenient ballet would have been, and I also understand why parents are so adamant to encourage their children to find a job that would provide them enough. More often than not parents are very worried about their children and their future. Most parents like to think about the worst case scenarios in their child’s life. For example, for my mom, it would have been going homeless.

Now I’m 16 years old and time has changed a lot of things in our lives. My mom doesn’t have to work that hard anymore and endure rigorous amounts of late nights working. Time has also brought back a lost love I had when I was younger and this was Ballet. I think it really started with Instagram and seeing all the beautiful dancers with their pointe shoes and perfect poses. Then I really came to realize how much I loved it and since maybe a year or two years ago my passion has resurfaced.

Countless times I have asked my mom about attending classes, but again the answer was a quick “no.” Yet I was very adamant. Then during last year towards the end of summer, I had the opportunity to work in a local restaurant at 16 and I was very glad for the experience but unfortunately, my time there did not last very long because within three months it closed down. Since I worked I was also paid meaning I could do what I wanted with it. But I choose not to and decided to save it for a rainy day, and this brought me to the ballet classes which I am paying myself! These classes are fortunately for teens and not adults. I think I felt quite relieved for that because  I think I would feel so misplaced in a room full of grown-ups!

So before  I was told about the teen ballet classes,  I have emailed a local ballet teacher in my area,unfortunately, she did not offer me the classes I wanted. However, she did suggest to me about a “teen ballet class” starting just a little in a few days. Later I found out my current ballet teacher was one of the students of the ballet teacher that I had emailed in the first place!

So, let me tell you about my experience. Sorry, it was so long! If you read this far, I admire your patience!

So, it was a Friday evening and I was sitting in the car with my mom and driving towards the place. I was very nervous at first and arrived very early to class. My teacher was really nice but also can be quite strict if she wanted to be.So I was left with an intimidating-ish teacher while she asked me questions about my hobbies etc. Thankfully, within a few minutes, other girls and boys arrived and we started our very first class. It was such an amazing experience, probably better than I had expected it to be.I did feel quite insecure though because I was the oldest in the class while other people were 12-14 years old. But since I am quite petite-(5’2 1/2 and maybe a few more cm)I felt alright because some of the others were taller than me.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, I could drag this on but I don’t think anyone would have the patience to read about my life story.

Thank YOU to those who did though, and if you are one of those ballet enthusiast I encourage you to just give ballet a try, even if it’s just one class. If my story isn’t inspiring Misty Copeland is a perfect inspiration for you! Here’s a little hope for you!

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