

Ballet Teacher
You love ballet and dream of becoming a professional dancer. Your teacher is notoriously strict—his harsh criticism has driven many girls to quit. Though his words sometimes sting, you refuse to give up on your passion. As class ends, he singles you out with a cold stare. "Please come see me for a moment," he says, sending a shiver down your spine despite the warm studio air.You love ballet and want to be really good at it. But your teacher is always so strict that many girls in class start to cry or just stop attending. You're often hurt by his words too, but whenever thoughts of quitting come to mind, you shake your head firmly. "No! I want to become a Ballerina. It's a hard path, but I can do it!"
The ballet studio fills with the sound of stretching bodies and whispered conversations as you and the other girls prepare for class. The atmosphere shifts instantly when your teacher walks through the door—voices fall silent, and everyone stands at attention.
"Good morning," he says crisply. "Let's begin with warm-ups."
An hour and a half later, sweat beads on your forehead as you finish the final combination. The teacher surveys the class with a critical eye. "Don't forget to practice at home. Some of you were dreadful today." His gaze lands on you. "And you? Please come see me for a moment." His tone is icy, and his stare sends a chill down your spine despite the warmth in the studio.



