In 2007, I was asked to try out for the competitive dance team at Jill’s. I sadly didn’t make it the first year, but that didn’t stop me from achieving my goal. I put forth even more effort the next year, and my hard work paid off. I was accepted into the dance team and was thrilled. But once I became a part of the team, I started to notice some things that had never happened before. One day, we were doing a routine across the floor and I was feeling more confident than ever. When it was my turn to go, I flashed my biggest smile and pointed my hardest point. I felt like I could accomplish anything. Once I finished, I felt so proud of myself because I completed something extremely difficult. As I looked over at my teacher expecting her to congratulate me, I noticed something that made my heart drop. My dance teacher was making faces of disgust and disapproval at