It all began when I took my first pole dance class as a high school freshman.
My home studio happened to be right next door to my parent’s business. After school, I needed something to fill up my time till my parents got off work. I learned all the basic spins and transitions in the coming weeks and had invited a friend to the class as well. It was like our little secret as we moved forward in our lessons. My instructor tried to keep it PG-13 with me but I think I was always ready to push beyond that.
Come my sophomore year in high school, I decided to graduate early so I had to cut off my pole time altogether. It was non-stop school from then on. I got accepted to Washington State University and packed my bags for my first year away from home. I had just turned seventeen!
It was absolutely miserable — cold, grey, and snowy in addition to having no pole or aerial studios in the area! My first year I didn’t make any friends until the last month of classes so I didn’t have much of social life. The second year was slightly better but I had suffered academically and was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. I missed my home and family terribly.
In the summer of 2015, I was able to take up
Positive and negative responses overflowed the advertisement from town locals, students, and parents. I’m not one to fall for personal attacks but man did I receive a lot. However, with that came an overwhelming amount of positive feedback. In fact, I had my very first teaching lesson the next day for the low and easy payment of $10. In retrospect, always charge your skills higher, but within reason. Know your worth!
To be continued…
Me in my first cramped dorm room, 2013.