college essay
...rom the horrible feeling of humiliation and embarrassment. At that moment, Mrs. Phillips, my dance instructor, opened the door and started walking towards me. I panicked as if a neon sign posted across my forehead read the word “QUITTER.” She came to tell us that the next group of girls numbers ten through fifteen should line up by the door. At that moment I thanked God my number was twenty! Before I had wished that I had a single digit number to perform before the judges got tired or bored from watching the same dance routine done repeatedly. She looked at me and smiled; at that point I knew I had to go through with it. I am not a quitter after all; I have been through gruesome ordeals and countless hours of practice. This is a moment I have been practicing for a lifetime. Composing myself I knew my number would be in the next group. She called numbers sixteen through twenty to line up behind the door. I quickly sprang up with nimble legs after sitting for hours, and felt light as a feather. Moments later the grand door opened again; I said to myself, “It’s Showtime.” I had a wonderful experien...