Dance Class

This semester, I enrolled in a PE class that focused on cheerleading and jazz dance.

Even when I managed to stay on beat and get the steps right, my movements still looked clumsy, awkward, and lifeless.

At first, I thought cheerleading was already hard enough, but once we started learning jazz, I became even more frustrated.

Cheerleading is a more energetic dance that requires sharp and clean motions like high and low V-arms, high kicks, and quick footwork.

Jazz, on the other hand, is a smoother dance with more fluid, graceful motions, like turns, leaps, body rolls, and gliding steps.

With cheerleading, my biggest problem was always falling a beat behind, but with enough practice, I could eventually keep up.

When it comes to jazz, though, staying on tempo wasn't the only issue.

Every time I tried to spin, I'd either end up facing the wrong direction or lose momentum halfway through and come to an awkward stop.

Performing in front of the class for the midterm and final was just mortifying.

For the midterm, each group had to choreograph and perform a 1.5-minute routine.

When my groupmates were busy choreographing the routine, I always zoned out and got completely lost in my daydreams.

For the final, the teacher randomly picked six students at a time to perform a jazz routine she taught us.

During my spin, I couldn't keep my posture straight and didn't fully open my arms and lift them to chest level, so I ended up looking like a confused chicken flapping its wings.

And when it came time for the leap, I didn't extend my legs wide enough, so instead of a smooth jump, it looked more like I tripped mid-air.

Now, when I rewatch the videos of my midterm and final performances, I cringe so hard.

All my classmates dance with such precision and grace, and their movements look expressive and effortless.

Watching myself next to them is just humiliating.

Dance Class

This semester, I enrolled in a PE class that focused on cheerleading and jazz dance.

Having no sense of rhythm, no coordination, and no flow, I was basically the worst dancer in the class.

I was often off-tempo and doing the wrong moves.

Even when I managed to stay on beat and get the steps right, my movements still looked clumsy, awkward, and lifeless.

At first, I thought cheerleading was already hard enough, but once we started learning jazz, I became even more frustrated.

Cheerleading is a more energetic dance that requires sharp and clean motions like high and low V-arms, high kicks, and quick footwork.

Jazz, on the other hand, is a smoother dance with more fluid, graceful motions, like turns, leaps, body rolls, and gliding steps.

With cheerleading, my biggest problem was always falling a beat behind, but with enough practice, I could eventually keep up.

When it comes to jazz, though, staying on tempo wasn't the only issue.

The real struggle was that I could never pull off clean spins or more complex moves that required higher levels of balance and core strength.

Every time I tried to spin, I'd either end up facing the wrong direction or lose momentum halfway through and come to an awkward stop.

Performing in front of the class for the midterm and final was just mortifying.

For the midterm, each group had to choreograph and perform a 1.5-minute routine.

I felt like a dead weight in my group.

When my groupmates were busy choreographing the routine, I always zoned out and got completely lost in my daydreams.

When we were on stage, I was clearly out of sync with everyone else.

For the final, the teacher randomly picked six students at a time to perform a jazz routine she taught us.

During my spin, I couldn't keep my posture straight and didn't fully open my arms and lift them to chest level, so I ended up looking like a confused chicken flapping its wings.

And when it came time for the leap, I didn't extend my legs wide enough, so instead of a smooth jump, it looked more like I tripped mid-air.

Now, when I rewatch the videos of my midterm and final performances, I cringe so hard.

All my classmates dance with such precision and grace, and their movements look expressive and effortless.

Watching myself next to them is just humiliating.