Passion or Happiness

Passion or Education?

Are you the type of person that knows what they want? Or are you the type of person that pushes things aside and waits for the very last minute? Now, I am a tunnel vision thinker. I only see the things I have to achieve and shoot for it. However, I wasn't this way before. I would get easily distracted, didn't care, and frequently made excuses. But one day, I changed. One event changed me forever. Having the passion of my life taken away from me changed me permanently.

Dance was my passion. It was truly my everything. I lived, breathed, and ate DANCE! I wanted to be a dancer so badly, that I didn't give any of my attention to anything else. I didn't care about the things my family had planned, school work, friends, house chores, or anything else a regular 15 year old needed to be concerned about. Dance was all there was for me, and it was what I decided I was going to do forever. My mom, she had a different plan. She was fed up with my casual attitude.

"Brianna why did I get a call from your teacher today?" my mother questioned me as I got into the car from dance practice.

"I don't know," I snapped.

"Well you should! They said you are failing your English class, you haven't been turning in any of your work, and you're making up unacceptable excuses," she said. I just stared at her. I didn't really care about anything she was fussing at me about. I hated school! To me, there was nothing there for me. It wasn't fun, exciting, or anything. It was purposeless. Then I looked over at her face. She was frustrated. My mother was beginning to turn the color of a red tomato. I could see her grip on the steering wheel getting tighter. Then she threw her cell phone on to the floor with a loud thump!

"That's it!" she yelled at me "You're not dancing anymore."

"What?" I said astonishingly "Why mom, I don't like school. I want to dance."

"I don't care what you don't like. School is everything, so until you get your grades up...NO DANCE!" she screamed. Those words haunted me. NO DANCE. What was I going to do? It was killing me already. I felt as if my entire world was falling apart on the palms of my hands.

For the next three weeks, I didn't dance. It was the most depressing thing I ever had to experience. My passion was taken away from me all because I didn't care about my education. It took a while for me to realize that my education was more important than my passion, and that the education would improve my passion.

Eventually, my grades were all superb. I also was back at dance class; however, this time I decided to do things differently. School was now the