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Unformatted text preview: Wires Paper Shweta Patro English 1: Mrs. Morelli Due: 12/21/09 When I was seven years old on a sultry summer day in the beginning of July, I got an official-looking letter in the mail from American Repertory Ballet. The letter said that I had failed my dance exam and that I was not eligible for Intermediate ballet. This was deeply shameful news because every other ballerina in my class was moving up to Intermediate. Most of them had even bought the beautiful deep crimson leotards, new tights and lambskin pointe shoes that laced up with pink satin ribbons. I folded up the letter and shoved it in the space between my mattress and bed frame. When my parents came back from work, I proclaimed that I hated ballet, and I never wanted to even talk about it again. No amount of convincing, bribing or pleading could alter my decision. I was adamant, and could not be encouraged to continue ballet. I recently saw one of my friends, with whom I took ballet, perform in a phenomenal, critically acclaimed show. I could not help but think that if I had not given up all those years ago, it might acclaimed show....
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- Spring '11
- ice cream, Pointe shoes, En pointe, Broken, Intermediate ballet