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fNarrative Essay: Dream. Believe. Dare. Do.
by Anonymous
May 26, 2016

 



I never thought I would become a confident person, but I finally conquered my insecurities. At fifteen years old, most teenage females experience low self esteem because they are in the process of discovering themselves and gaining experience. Also, females are very media driven, believing that they have to weigh and look a certain way. I could relate to this to when I was in grade ten, I was an outgoing and friendly person; however, deep down I was just a shy and insecure girl.

 I remember how much I loved to dance. My mother repeatedly throughout the years told me the story of how I used to dance in front of a mirror singing into a microphone, which was actually a hair brush. Moreover, this thought years later brings me to a time at school. The bell rang for lunch break. All my friends and I gathered in the cafeteria to eat our snacks and talk. My best friend Ashley said there was a poster on the wall that try-outs for the school dance squad team were happening soon. All the girls in the school were jealous of the girls on the dance squad team because it was a very big competition. It was the cool thing to do: to be on the dance squad team and dance in front of the entire school. I ignored my friend Ashley’s idea of me entering this competition because I could never imagine myself gathering enough confidence to rehearse for the dance squad team – to be one of the girls, and even less the thought of dancing in front of the entire school. She kept asking me to sign up. My friends knew the talent I had because when there would be a school dance, I would dance as if no one was watching me. It looked good according to them, and that was the only time I felt confident dancing because the lights were dim, I didn’t stand out, and no one could notice my “imperfections.”

The thought of dancing in bright light, and the entire school watching frightened me.

After school, I thought about what had happened at lunch time the entire walk home. I imagined the feeling that I would feel if I was to ever be on that stage dancing with “the girls” in front of hundreds of classmates watching me dance – for a split second it felt good. The next day at school it was time for lunch break yet again, and as usual, I went to the cafeteria with my friends; however, this time there was something unusual about the atmosphere. A group of girls gathered in the middle of the cafeteria, the tables were moved to the side, a radio played the same song repeatedly, and the pretty twelfth grade girls with nice bodies were teaching choreography. They had the type of body I’d always wished to have. I kept ignoring any conversation with my friends that related to the dance squad team because I did not want to admit to the insecurities that were running through my mind – I pretended that I didn’t want to be on the dance squad, but deep down inside it is all I thought about. It is all I wanted, and that is what I did.

Suddenly, I gathered enough confidence (with a lot of encouragement from my friend Ashley) and told myself I will just try out for the dance squad team. By then, a week had already passed, and the girls who signed up had already learned the choreography. I felt as if I would be too behind, and that I wouldn’t be capable of learning the choreography on time. Doubts started to arise, but I did not want to give up if I had already come this far.

I thought to myself, “I will just try to catch up because otherwise, I would have felt defeated and a quitter.”

There was still about a week left for the final performance in front of the judges. I had to learn this choreography, and that is exactly what I did. I practiced with the girls, I practiced after school in the dance classroom, and I practiced the choreography at home. Ashley would come over and give me feedback on my well-learnt choreography. I felt quite ready.

The day finally came when all the girls lined up in the order they were told by the teacher. We were waiting to show what we know and to hopefully make it on the dance squad team. I started feeling extremely nervous and hoped not to make a mistake. I wanted to qualify on the dance squad team because I would be devastated if I hadn’t. In a room filled with chatter and screaming, my name was called out so I gathered my strength and energy, and went out on to the dance floor. I danced to the song that I had been practicing, and before I knew it I was done. I felt accomplished. I was happy that I danced directly in front of someone for the first time in my life.

The bell rang for lunch break. This time I didn’t go into the cafeteria because I overheard that the list would be posted in the girls changing room. The first I saw was twelve student numbers on this list. None of the numbers looked like the one that belonged to me. I felt sad. I didn’t see my student number on the list. For reassurance, I took another glimpse at this list and the adrenaline shot straight to my heart. I yelled, “Oh my God! I made it!”  

Ashley said, “See! I told you that you would make it on the dance squad team.” I replied, “Thanks to you, my dream has come true.” All of a sudden, my entire mind set had changed and I started to feel this new feeling

– I felt proud and confident for the first time.

– 1,102 words.