I've been taking ballet for fourteen years and being only seventeen, that makes up approximately 82.4% of my life. I've come a long way since that first ballet class held in an elementary school cafeteria after all the "big kids", as I would've called the students there, had gone home for the day. I remember the first pair of pointe shoes I ever got. They were the perfect shade of ballet pink, just like the older girls' who got to play Clara and the Sugar Plum Fairy in the Nutcracker Ballet we held every winter. My mom had stitched the ribbons in the night before so they'd fit just right for class. Those shoes are worn out now and are sitting in my room on the shelf next to the bed I'm sitting on as I type this. Next to the shoes is the program where my name appeared next to a role for the first time alone, without the rest of my class' names following closely behind mine. Next to that is the tiara I wore for my performance as the Sugar Plum Fairy, all sparkly and hardly worn. 82.4% has sure paid off.