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all about me...

You've got some nerve! You waltz right into my web site and now you want to know all about me??? How dare you, you wretched little poor exscuse of a human being! Only joking :)! But honestly, it feels really weird writting about myself... Never the less here is my humble atempt.

I begin my day at 6:00 am on the double! I'm home schooled so this really isn't necessary... I just like doing it! At 6:30 am I begin my dance practice, this consists mainly of the exercises in beyond class . At 8:00 am (after forcing down the oat meal and take my snuggly pug Juliet out to torment the squirrrels, and chipmonks) I do my school. 12:30 am school is finally over so I allow my self to eat a fried flower tortia with salsa or a bowl of tomato soup for lunch, and a one chocolate chip cookie...ofcourse that's only if my sister hasn't yet raided the house for ANYTHING chocolate! (personally chocolates not my favorite.) Once again I do my dance exercises again, with the radio blarring Wagner, Chopin and Mozart, oh yes and my favorite Stravinsky! And now after rushing around the house, doing my hair, getting dressed, giving dogs water, finding my mothers car keys...we amazingly get out of the house by 3:00 pm! So now we ride for an hour, (and in the summer thats a pain because the vehichle we always get stuck with has no air conditioner.) I arrive at class. "SIGH"! I come in fresh and energized, and leave at 7:30 pm...well to put it bluntly: Very Tierd! So off I go home, get ready for bed and then remember something: I have to make a journal entry for the Young Artist Home page. So I write out all the juicy annoying tid bits and then and only then lay in bed! zzzZZZZZZZ.....

I began dancing at age 2. We had lots of records and tapes and I would jump around with my older sister and swirl and spin. My favorite was Giselle's Peasant dance, and I adored Coppelia! My father was in the music proffession and he took us to a concert at the Kennedy Center when I was 5. I listened to Mr. Stolksman's (I think that is how you spell the man's name!) beautiful music but I couldn't sit still... to me music was uncomplete without dance. My sister, Emily, had already been dancing for many years, and one day my mother enrolled me in a ballet class too. I went to two classes, and then never went back. It was a ballet movement class! A apropriate thing for a 5 year old... but I wanted more, I wanted the real stuff. So I continued to go to ballet with Emily, but when we reached the building I wouldn't head to a class room, I would go to a vacant boys dressing room (no boys were there on the day we attended) and I would practice the steps that I had seen Emily do. My music came from the studio beside me, and I would strain my ears to hear its beautiful strokes of piano and the teachers voice. When my sister turned 8, my mother thought it best to move to a better school. And we found one. I went with my sister and watched her class through the door because there was no vacant dressing room to dance in. I would mumble the steps with my legs akwardly, shut my eyes, and dance. So finally I asked my mother to have me join Emily and attend class. That was the begining. I began to realize through the years ballet had become more then a hobby, it was part of my life, part of my soul. Maybe that sounds strange, it feels strange writing it! But over the years I have reconciled this thought to be the truth. I don't know when it happened... suddenly it just simply had. I didn't chose to do be a dancer, it just seemed a common thing. Like I had always known. So I began working harder, and harder still. Since then I have moved to still another school, and dance vigorously through the week. Some day I hope to dance proffessionally... maybe I wont make it, but I am going to try. And even if I don't, I still have earned a lot from this bold, rich, art... that is something that will last a life time. I am deffinately going to teach ballet. This year I have been assisting my teachers with some of the younger ballet classes, and I throughly enjoy it. It is wonderful when you see a child who's face begins to soften as the music plays, for in them you can see a small light begin to burn with joy and strengh. All of this sounds very gushy, and very unlike anything I talk about. But deep down this is how I truly feel. And what a glorious feeling it is!