I see a dramatic story
Two scorpions dancing
Dashing into attack
Sharp and quick steps
Two serious faces
And serious movements
I see a battlefield
And no happiness
Slow and quick steps
I hear nothing from the audience
Are they holding their breath?
I do the graceful dip of the corte
And the fierce attack and retreat of the promenade
I rock my feet back and forth
A dramatic passionate dance
-Dominique, PS 31Q
In ballroom dancing, I feel like a star lighting up the stage. I can feel the electricity flowing through my body when dancing the Swing, movin’and groovin’ shakin’ all around. I get on the emotion train when I dance the waltz, because there’s blue and emotion train when I dance the Waltz, because there’s blue and emotional songs. Something always happens to the inside of my body in every dance. But not only are my emotions changing, but I feel professional. I feel like I’m really good with everyone staring at me. The breeze flowing through my head makes me eager. And my teeth are lightbulbs as I smile. I finally get off the emotion train. At Merengue Street, where my favorite dance is from. I love this dance because to me, it is the easiest and it is traditional to me. All my memories come out, like my old times in D.R., and then all the memories are gone, when I start my Tango with my serious face and my sharp position with crispy wings (arms together) and chopsticks (feet perfect distance apart).
-Orlando, 5th Grade
Gliding smoothly, softly, serenely,
In a royal, regal ballgown,
I’m a ballerina, gracefully gliding,
Stepping, spinning, never stopping
Soft, soothing sounds surround us,
They pirouette around and across us,
A stream of kingly, queenly music,
Like being a princess in a movie
Slow, quick, quick, slow, quick, quick
The rhythm echoes around the room,
I feel as happy as an angel in the clouds,
As elegant as Cinderella
My steps float in the softest clouds,
Time has stopped, my dance goes on,
As we curtsy and elegantly walk away,
I am truly a princess.
-Vishu, PS 31Q
Assignment: Write a poem about your experiences ballroom dancing this year. Include at least two metaphors/similes, show effort, planning and proofreading, show off best vocabulary possible and be creative, honest and thoughtful.
The class begins.
I feel like I am a lion in a cage, unable to decide if I want to dance or not.
I have grown to hate this program more and more like how a dog begins to get his tail pulled and hates it more and more.
I am a misbehaved child, not having much of a choice.
I am an octopus, bored, always wondering, “When will this class be over.”
I am a dog yearning for freedom, wondering, “Why should I?”
This is why I can’t wait for this program to cease, stop and be over.
-Alexander, 5th Grade