Ballroom Dance

I love to dance, but more specifically I love Ballroom Dance. When I was younger, from fourth to sixth grade, I attended ballroom dance instruction after school. At two o'clock on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, short, cootie-filled kids would gather in the lunch room to learn how to Cha-Cha, Fox Trot, Swing, Waltz, Lindy-hop, Tango, Samba, and the likes. They would dance to Sway, Once Upon a December, and Best Days of Our Lives.

Well after Elementary School, if the youngsters wanted to continue ballroom, they would have to go with a partner to enroll in a studio. Heck no. I didn't want to ask boy to be my dance partner! What if he thought I liked him?! Alas. The end of my ballroom dancing.

Seven years pass, ballroomless. Then Fall of 2009 I enroll in Social Dance 180. Now every Monday and Wednesday forty college students gather in a small carpeted room and are taught to Cha-Cha, Swing, Foxtrot, and Waltz. I couldn't get enough. I attended Monday practice sessions for an hour and a half, and Dance Labs for three hours. The class ended too soon.

Winter of 2010 I found myself in Social Dance 280. Here I learned to dance West Coast Swing, Viennese Waltz, and learned more advanced moves in Cha-Cha, Foxtrot, Waltz, and Swing.

I love ballroom dancing. My teacher once said that in ballroom dance, the women are the picture, and the men are the frame. Normally I feel awkward and clumsy, but when I ballroom dance I feel graceful. I feel beautiful.