Storytelling Without Pencil and Paper
At one point I loved what I now hate. That thing I hate is dance, ballet specifically. I can’t
explain why I despise it now but if I tried, it’s a mixture between being burned out from doing
ballet everyday for the past eight years of my life, non-stop, and constantly being told I’m not
good enough for my age. The more I started to hate it, the harder I searched for what my true
I started dancing because it was fun. I did all different types of styles of dance including, ballet,
tap, jazz, and contemporary. My dance teacher talked to my mom about enrolling me into more
ballet classes somewhere else so I could better my training. I ended up auditioning for the Prep
Program at University North Carolina School of the Arts, and I got accepted. I was then told that
if I didn’t take this opportunity I would regret it but now it’s probably one of the biggest regrets I
have. Getting sucked into strictly ballet also sucked my interest in dance, out of me. I started
dreading everyday and going to ballet class had now become a task. All I would ever do in every
single class was fantasize about doing what I actually was passionate about, making films. This
was only one of the many things I found to keep me stable.
I have found many things that kept me sane over the course of eight...