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Torrence Fletcher

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#1 sirenmika


Posted 01 March 2015 - 08:24 AM


Torrence Fletcher

Torey. 22. Sophomore. Taren Egerton.


> July 5th

major of study

> Dance


> Fort Collins, Colorado, US


> Track team (winter), Gymnastics Team, ROTC

You were born on a military base and you'd like to think that it really shaped who you grew up to be in the most round-about way. Your father was a muscular meat head (that's said in a very loving way, you'd argue) and your mother was a petite woman who's biggest dream was to be a housewife and mother. When you came into the world, she was content. She was a housewife. She became a mother. You were everything she could have asked for.

Growing up on a military base really wasn't all that bad. You always had more than enough people that were willing to play baseball or kickball on the field where morning drills were held every day. You always had something to threaten the kids with at school whenever they picked on you ("I'm an honorary member of Troop 218, so if you mess with me, they'll mess with you!" you'd say). You were able to easily embrace in all the interests that all boys typically had growing up. Learning to fire a gun. Running an obstacle course. Playing the most intense games of hide and seek or tag that anyone has even heard of.

But your interests changed. Everyone's interests change. You joined JROTC of your own accord in middle school the moment you were old enough. You were so elated the day they gave your your first pair of dress and you still claim that when you ran home that day to show your dad your uniform, you ran faster than any car on the road beside you. But interests change. Soon, you found yourself enlisting in another year of JROTC entirely on principle and habits whenever class schedules were brought up at the end of every school year. It wasn't something that you were passionate about. It wasn't something that you could ever see yourself getting so excited about that you couldn't wait to run home and talk to your dad at the end of the day. It started to become a hassle. A pointless chore hinged on family ideals. But it was also a part of your life since you had been born so it wasn't something that you would consider dropping.

The first time you had a real crush was in tenth grade. Her name was Shannon and she had long strawberry blonde hair that nearly reached past her hips. You found yourself so enamored in her, in the soft way that she would say her M's and her nervous habit of biting her lip whenever she had to do an oral presentation of any kind. Shannon was your everything girl for a while, but that was the dynamic of most of your peers high school relationships too so it wasn't anything to be concerned about.

She was a dancer. You loved how she could never keep entirely skill, he limbs or torso always moving silently to some beat in her head as though any moment of stillness would wipe their ability to ever move again. As the relationship progressed, you showed up at her recitals and practices. You loved to watch her dance and didn't know why other than loving her. Then one day, her dance teacher gives her class a task to teach someone who didn't dance a routine, and to have them perform with you on stage at the end of the year.

Naturally Shannon picked you. You were disciplined. You knew your body well enough from all your daily workouts that it would be easy to control. You loved her and were patient with her even when she got so frustrated that she cried. From the beginning you were excited. You nearly drank at the information and moves she gave you about the routine as if it were an oasis in a desert. You began to find yourself unable to stop moving just like she was. You began to feel the passion you once felt towards the military towards dancing. You began to feel ashamed whenever your father tried to talk to you about your future.

Performing with Shannon at the end of the year solidified your thoughts. Dancing was something that you couldn't put down. You found yourself memorizing the dances that she would go through when you were together. Doing your best to recreate the routine in your room late at night.

You couldn't tell your parents. Even when you picked up a few classes at your local dance studio. You thought that your dad would have noticed how absent you had become at the house. How much your weekly activities with the men around the base changed but he never seemed to notice as long as you were dressed in your uniform every tuesday for JROTC.

You took your first ballet class the week after your 18 birthday. It had happened accidentally. You had been sticking to more modern forms of dance but then a few classes had been switched around due to scheduling errors with the teachers and soon you were learning how to pliƩ and perfect your form when you did an arabesque. You dropped your other classes aside from advanced dance technique and picked up a few others centered around Ballet. You still couldn't tell your parents or friends.

For two years after high school, you continued to secretly take dance classes and keep the facade that you would carry on the military stereotype in the family. Your dad continued to get angry, his drill sergeant temper flaring up and directing itself at you every time you put off your planned enrollment. The thought of signing away years upon years of your life to something that you held no interest in any more other than a way to discipline yourself and keep the sense of family and childhood around in your mind really scared you. You felt like a coward. You felt ashamed. This was something that you had been raised with. This was the future that you had been taught to seek. Except you wanted to fill it with dance.

After a rather tense row with your dad, you drove to your dance studio and told the teacher that you had to quit. You couldn't take your dad's temper anymore. You couldn't keep feeling ashamed of yourself. Your teacher told you that before you could quit dancing, you were to create one last routine. You didn't leave the studio for almost eight hours but when you did, you knew what you had to do.

After a few more weeks, you told your dad that you had enrolled in college and would be leaving in a month to go to Centennial State University in Colorado. He wasn't happy. His temper was short and his patience was even shorter. But within a week or two of no budging on your end, he finally gave his support, but only if you continued to take ROTC classes on campus. You agreed on the basis that it would look good on your job applications. It would look good next to your diploma. When he asked you what major you had decided on ("Information technology? Political Affairs?" he would asked). You lied and told him you were undecided at the moment.

You couldn't keep your chosen major of dance from your parents forever. Your father didn't understand. Didn't get how you could go from harden military man to someone who floats around in a leotard on their toes. He didn't speak to you for your first year at school and moving home between semesters was tense but once you fell back into routine around the base, he opened his mind a bit. Things between you and him are still tense but your mother is helping ease him up and you're working on what you can from your end of the situation. He calls more now and while you can tell it's either forced or persueded by your mother, he's asking less about every detail of last week's ROTC meetings and a little more about what you've learned in class and when your next recital is.

You're content though. Even with the bumps in the family aspect of your life, you're content because you aren't hiding anything anymore. Ballet is your passion and not even bi-weekly ROTC meetings could hinder that from making you elated about college.


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#2 Melli


Posted 02 March 2015 - 03:33 AM

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