Rejection with Grace

October 21, 2011
By Anonymous

His name was Ethan
He came, took class
His gangly legs failed to operate
His arms hung dead at his side
I came, took class
Perfectly pointed feet
Immaculately rounded arms,
delicate hands
Watching in horror
As he jete'd across the room
Tripping over his own feet
My turn.
I beamed, my jetes in
A perfect split
I shined
He was hailed as better
I'll never know
But the experience
Taught me
To not settle at great
To give one-hundred percent
And to handle rejection with grace.

The author's comments:
When I was younger, a boy (his name wasn't Ethan) joined my ballet class for the first time. At the time, I was one of the better students, and I was appalled at how the boy was failing miserably and slowing down class. Yet, he was promoted to a higher level, (which I was desperately trying to reach) and I burned with pain and jealousy, but mostly anger. Not at any teacher, but the boy, whom I could not stand. But, there really was nothing I could do, so I worked on my technique, and gave it my all every class. Eventually, I was promoted two levels ahead, proving handling a situation with grace and determination are the best solutions to a problem.

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on Nov. 10 2011 at 12:02 am
cocoloco BRONZE, La Crescenta, California
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Favorite Quote:
"If you don't like what you see, deal with it. If you don't like what you hear, too bad. If you're tired of me, I don't want to hear it. You're not getting rid of me that easy."

I know how you feel.  Just cuz he's a guy doesn't mean he should get the part!!!

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