It’s 2:32 pm, I’m anticipating the bell to ring to signal the end of the school day. The drawn out beep signals a reflex in me to gather my books, and make it out the door, before I know it I am in the dance studio pulling my hair into a bun and running the coda of the Le Corsaire variation of the Odalisques in my head. The first breath into the plié lifts the day’s stress of...

It’s the last hour of my ballet class and I’m quickly tying my pointe shoes, warming up my feet, and trying a couple of turns to find my centre. After my personal ritual the class moves to the center of the studio to receive direction from the instructor on placing for the end of year show. Suddenly I heard my name being called to be placed in the front. As if rehearsed everyone turned around to look at...

I wrote about what made me emotional which in this case was ballet, if you have passion for something write about it!