Essay On Personal Ethnography

It was my freshman year. I had been dancing for about three years when I was selected for our dance competition team. I felt ready. It eventually came my time to show everyone how hard I worked over the past few months. Hands shaking and heart racing, I took my first step onto that stage alone. I made it halfway through the performance before my mind went blank, forgetting my choreography. Thinking quickly, I tried to improvise the rest of my routine. Finally, the music went silent. Sitting in humility, the team gathered on the stage anticipating awards. I wasn't expecting much. Rightfully so, I placed in the lowest possible scoring bracket. I had an overwhelming feeling of failure; I wasn’t good enough. I wanted to be as skilled as the other dancers in the room. They deserved where they were, and so did I. Over the next year, I worked harder than I ever had. I took extra classes, I practiced in my bedroom mirror, I would even tondu in the grocery store. I integrated dance into every aspect of my life. I desired to be better than I was. This experience fueled
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