I learned to dance way before I learned to walk, or so I've been told. As the only child among eight other adults living with me, those including my four aunts and uncles, my mom and my grandparents, I was always the center of attention. Perhaps it was the simple fact that I just wanted to impress everyone around me, but I learned to dance at a very young age.
People would gather around me as I danced away in front of the house I lived in. Our neighbors would join to clap as I moved my feet from one place to another. I never entered dancing classes but I was able to move to the beat of sound and to me, that is the only thing necessary to be able to dance.
As I grew older however, I began dancing to all kinds of music, but my favorite was always salsa. I was never taught how to dance salsa, but every time it was played, I felt the rhythm in my feet and immediately began dancing. My main focus was in enjoying the time I had and nothing else was as important.
As time progressed I became involved in Folkloric Dance . I began dancing at age ten and continued for four more years until my dance teacher could no longer teach us how to dance. After that I decided that I would not go to another dance teacher, but suddenly realized that impossible for me to stop dancing out of no where. Although I never went back to Folkloric Dance, I did practice dancing with every opportunity that I had.
To this day I feel that dancing to the beat of music is my passion. If I could I would be a professional salsa dancer, but only to teach others that everyone can dance. Coming to California Baptist University was a big change due to the fact that not everyone dances, but I know that as long I conserve my passion for dancing, then there is no reason to feel excluded.
When I dance to jazz, salsa, or rock and roll I am transported to a different world where I don't just seem music as instruments or voices being exercised, but rather a melody that comes together to fill me with joy as I dance away.
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Sunday, October 24, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Life @ CBU
This is my second year at CBU, the school I never thought I would attend, the school I never noticed was there every time I drove by Magnolia. It was until one of my cousins decided to come to this campus that I learned a little bit more about the school itself.
As I started my freshmen year, I have to admit that it was dreadful I did not like the school at all, I found I couldn't relate to anyone, I felt like I didn't belong. Not only was being a commuter a conflict, so was the fact that I chose to start taking classes for my major on the first semester, since most of my general ed was finished, and there were hardly any freshmen that I could talk to that were experiencing the same emotions that I was. I just basically started off coming to school, going to work and then crashing at home. Even my high school friends that came to the same school were beginning to grow distant due to our busy schedules. It was seriously not the best experience ever.
As the summer approached, I was so excited that school would finally be out and that I could resume to the life I had before college. I was finally able to relax and enjoy my time with former high school friends that made their way back home from universities outside the city of Riverside. Spending time with them made me realize that it was time to grow up, time to acknowledge that I was no longer in high school and that things would never be the same anymore. Summer was that little make-believe time period that I had to pretend that things would remain the same, but as it came to an end and my friends started going back to school, it was time to face reality. A reality that hurt me deep down inside and that I thought I couldn't live with. I knew I would miss the old days but I also knew that this was my present and that through CBU I would build my future.
Now that I have made it to my sophomore year at CBU I feel more relaxed, more familiar with the people that have the same preoccupations that I do. I figured that it wasn't the school itself that was making me miserable, but the fact that I was closing myself up not allowing happiness with the college choice that I made. Of course CBU was not my first choice, or my second or my third, but this is where God led me and now it is my turn to continue on this journey and start becoming more involved while getting to know more people. I'm truly looking forward to an amazing experience at this campus :)
As I started my freshmen year, I have to admit that it was dreadful I did not like the school at all, I found I couldn't relate to anyone, I felt like I didn't belong. Not only was being a commuter a conflict, so was the fact that I chose to start taking classes for my major on the first semester, since most of my general ed was finished, and there were hardly any freshmen that I could talk to that were experiencing the same emotions that I was. I just basically started off coming to school, going to work and then crashing at home. Even my high school friends that came to the same school were beginning to grow distant due to our busy schedules. It was seriously not the best experience ever.
As the summer approached, I was so excited that school would finally be out and that I could resume to the life I had before college. I was finally able to relax and enjoy my time with former high school friends that made their way back home from universities outside the city of Riverside. Spending time with them made me realize that it was time to grow up, time to acknowledge that I was no longer in high school and that things would never be the same anymore. Summer was that little make-believe time period that I had to pretend that things would remain the same, but as it came to an end and my friends started going back to school, it was time to face reality. A reality that hurt me deep down inside and that I thought I couldn't live with. I knew I would miss the old days but I also knew that this was my present and that through CBU I would build my future.
Now that I have made it to my sophomore year at CBU I feel more relaxed, more familiar with the people that have the same preoccupations that I do. I figured that it wasn't the school itself that was making me miserable, but the fact that I was closing myself up not allowing happiness with the college choice that I made. Of course CBU was not my first choice, or my second or my third, but this is where God led me and now it is my turn to continue on this journey and start becoming more involved while getting to know more people. I'm truly looking forward to an amazing experience at this campus :)
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