Dance report ( before competition )

Topic : 9th Crystal Dancesport Championship

Aim : To get top places in all events!!!!!!!!!!

Problem Statement : What placing will we achieve in all events???

Hypothesis : The more we ( partner & I ) practice, the higher the chances of getting top places in all events.

Variables : Manipulated : Hours of practice

Responding : Results in the competition

Constant : Presence of Partner & I

Apparatus & Materials : Clock, Confidence, Good posture, Body tone, Hand movement, Performance, Presentation, Costume, Make-up and accessories, Partner, Myself, Results sheet, Music, Studio, PA System... ( can't think of more )

Procedure:
1. Couple decides what time to meet up at the studio.
2. Couples than sets up the needed apparatus and materials for a practice session.
3. Couples use confidence, good posture, body tone in the dances.
4. Adding hand movement, performance and presentation.
5.Practice goes for more than an hour.
6. Steps 1-5 are repeated for a few days.
7. Couples meets on competition day.
8. Same apparatus and materials are used as stated previously, adding costume, make-up and accessories.
9. The results are than observed and recorded.

Results :
B. Waltz - ???
B. Quickstep - ???
B. Cha Cha Cha - ???
B. Samba - ???
B. Rumba - ???
B. Jive - ???

Conclusion : ........ ( we shall see.... )

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My Bottle...

A bottle,
An object that lies deep within my soul;
A bottle,
My one and only hiding place.

A hiding place from Pain,
A hiding place from Sadness;
A hiding place from Grief,
A hiding place from the world.

A place to store my thoughts,
A place to store my feelings;
A place for me to cry,
A place for me to suffer in silence.

Day by day,
My bottle is filled;
With experiences one can't explain,
With the pain I want to keep away.

Smiles on the surface,
But wounds from within;
I live my life,
By keeping in.

But once in a while,
My bottle becomes full;
I start to choke,
I start to suffocate.

Sitting in silence,
I will close my eyes;
To whisper a prayer,
To empty my bottle.

A prayer filled with tears,
A prayer filled with hope;
A prayer to plead,
A prayer to ask.

My bottle becomes an empty vessel,
Waiting to be filled again;
I keep on repeating this scenario,
So that I can continue smiling on the surface.

So that my smiles will never fade,
And I will keep on walking in the light.

:+: Su_mEi :+: