descriptive scene

Many moms put their young daughters in ballet classes to meet friends, get a little exercise and because they know their little girls will look so cute on stage in the little pink tutu. I was one of those little girls the only difference, I fell absolutely in love with it. I started dancing when I was three years old doing the basic combo classes and as I got older I gradually added a couple classes. Most of my friends were on the competitive team but I only took recital classes. They always heckled me to join the team but I was content with what I was doing. My eighth grade year I was taking six classes and most the girls in my classes were competing but I didn't want to join because I didn't want to be overwhelmed going into high school the next year. Freshman year came around and I was dancing basically every class I could take without being part of the competitive team and loving it. A couple days before the auditions for my sophomore year season I was talking to one of my favorite moms at the studio and she convinced to just try out just for the experience. So three days later there I was auditioning for our company and I made the diamond team with all of my friends! That was exactly  where I wanted to be.. the only problem, I got hurt two months earlier. 

decisions

Decisions decision decisions... there are so many decisions to make in our lives. We make decisions all day long. We decide to wake up when the alarm goes off. We decide what to wear. Decide when to cross the street and what to eat for lunch. Life is full of decisions but why can't they all be as easy as picking out what to eat for lunch? Should we make every decision based on a gut feeling or should we analysis our options? How much thought is necessary and how much is obsessing? Desisions are in our every day but what makes one decision more important than another?

horror story

One dark night in the middle of a long cold winter horror struck my family. The family was prepairing for a great party, the finishing details were to be finnished throught out the final days coming up to the party. My beloved father and the oldest sister were in the workshed, from inside the house you could hear the saw cutting wood, the door opens and my sister walks in calm as can be.. carrying two pieces of the cut wood. Before you know it the door opens again this time not so calm and a scream from the outside comes in not once but twice. The feeling of horror hit the house when I turned the courner and my dad was standing at the door with his hand to his chest and blood all over his clothes...

wishing and waiting

Waiting.. what are you waiting for? We are all waiting for something. The anticipitation levels in the world today are so high. We wait and wait and wait and wait and build up suspence and anticipition for what we are waiting for. We put so much energy into the waiting. Sometimes we dread whats coming, sometimes we are excited, either way I think we all make up situations in our head of what's going to happen. I am guilty of this, I feel as if I am always waiting for something and as I wait my days are being consumed by the thoughts of what that suspence in the end will bring. One of my favorite quotes says "Stop worrying so much; worrying is using your imigination to create things you don't want". I have to remind myself daily that as I wait I need to have patience because all the thoughts that consume my mind won't do me any good in the end. I need to push those thoughts out of my mind and use my energy for something that is useful in the now.

creation myth

Ever since I can remember my grandparents had a house up north. It started as a whole family house where all the cousins and aunts and uncles went. The original house was a small white house on top of a hill looking down on the big beautiful Mullet Lake. I was born a couple years before my grandparents built the big log home next door (this is the first house I ever remember being in). By the time I can remember my own memories my grandma and her two sisters who shared the white house all had there own homes in the town. All the cousins (my dad) started getting married and having kids and bringing their families up. I have millions of memories from that town, some are fun, some sad, some happy but all will be part of me forever. I love that place and I hope my kids will be able to enjoy our family stories and make memories of their own.  

Hi! My name is Sara. I am a freshman at Western Michigan and studying Occupational Therapy. I am from Brighton Michigan and went to private school my whole life. I started dancing when I was 3 and fell in love with it. I was on the competitive team with my studio in high school. Dance was always my life, I spent all my time after school at the studio and I grew really close with the girls there.

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