Dance- cannot or can not

I did not stand out bringing up the poetry reading together with the piece of solo dance from the very beginning. I waited, I hesitated, I intended to retreat, until the very moment when I truly began to question myself, “Is dancing something you cannot do or can not do? Is dancing something you have no ability to get a handle on or something you are not supposed to come up with?”

The latter one, I have to say, due to my own sheer fear and lack of courage. I am by no means passionate about dancing anyway but simply indulge in the body language for its own sake. I get captivated by the magic of a mere piece of dance in the sense that my emotions can be conveyed and my sentiments be felt even amid the sound of silence.

There is a long story to tell. I suppose none of you can imagine what I went through in the early years of my childhood, when I was the most unpopular student in my class scoring low and wearing shabbily thus being despised and bullied by lots of my classmates. Consequently, I always had a tendency to alienate myself from the crowd at every possible moment. With nobody willing to talk to me at school, and with nobody to talk to back home(my mum went to a night school on weekdays and my dad went for further study in Russia for more than one year ), I almost approached the so-called speech-impairment in which I had difficulty speaking as normal people usually did. Up till now, there still seem to be problems when I push myself to speak in public and when I try to organize my sentences logically. It was from then that I turned to dancing as well as writing, both of which I could pour out my heart to in the absence of any single word uttered from my mouth.

Things turn out to be more than satisfactory as time flows and as I gradually escape from the shadow of the remote past and of the trying days. Now, at this very moment, when I eventually feel estranged from my former existence and am embracing a whole new set of opportunities every day, there is no reason or more precisely no excuse for my standing aloof because every act of us would surly make a difference to the group we are in, cause I love our group, group 5.

Eventually, I manage to hold my own and do what I think is right. Over.





Attached below are lyrics and poem I contribute:


LYRICS
One, a show that’s filled with fun (one-fun)
Two, a bright tutorial room (tow-room)
Three, a way we call our name (sm3)
Four, we harvest our fruit (four:fall)
Five, we gather as a group (Group 5)
Six, the month we will feel blue (June)
Seven, the days we went through
That’s the joy we gained in Eton Hall


Poetry readings
Six months has passed, in the blink of an eye
It is Eton Hall that brought sunshine to our dull lives
There used to be a strong will to fly back to see my friends
There used to be a heavy cloud right there in my head
My life stood still until I met you, my dear new friends
You clear my confused mind and wipe all my tears dry
Now, I can claim it to all of you with pride
That I am leading an enjoyable and fulfilled life
Thanks to all tutors and classmates in Group 5
I appreciate every single day I’ve gone through and enjoyed



Zhang Qiong