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The  bar  was  shaking  as  violently  as  my  ten
      year-old  sister on  a  Sharper  Image  massage chair.  My   Rachel.Quigley
      heart thumped as if desperate to escape. Sweat dripped
      down my anguished expression with the magnitude of a     Charles.Snyder
       summer rainstorm.
              As  I  hung  thirty  feet
       above  the  cold,  cement  floor,
       dangling by a mere two tendrils
       connected  by  a  thin  bar,  I
       wondered  how  on  Earth  this
 I
       height-fearing  ballerina  was
       persuaded  to  be  elevated  to  the
       top  of  a  tent  with  only  the
       reassurance of the net below.
               Miraculously, only one
       sentence   was   convincing
       enough  to  harness  myself to  a
       safety belt, grip a two-foot taped
       bar, and soar:  “Ages six and up
       are welcome. ”
               But  testing  my  limits
       for a  week  in  Georgia  with  the
       guidance of the FSU Flying High
 t     Circus performers and the encouragement of one of the
       best trapeze artists I know—Charles Snyder, of the Pine
       Crest Crew team, taught me a lot more than how to fall
       from  the  elevated,  swinging  pole  without  screaming,
       how  to  twirl  fire  without  creating  third  degree  burns,
       and  the importance of juggling, it taught me that tying
       rock  hard  pointe  shoes  to  my  feet,  donning  some
       scandalous  costumes,  and  performing  a  ballet  solo  in
       front of the entire school is not the slightest bit daunting
  i
       compared to simply falling into a net.




         Endless  blue ocean  expanded  in front of us  as  the  boat treaded  its  way closer to our destination.
          Framed  by jumping  dolphins  on  either side  of the  bow,  Brittany  and  I  leaned  over the  edge  in
           amazement of the beauty nature has  to offer so close to home.  But for our backyard  summer
         adventure,  rather than  following Joanne  Vasilca north,  Brittany  and  I  sought  refuge  in  the calm,

        warm  waters  of the  Florida  Keys.  Caring  for,  learning  about,  and  entertaining  the  dolphins  at the
           Grassy  Key  Dolphin  Research  Center,  though difficult at times,  proved  to  be  one  of the  most
                      rewarding experiences of my  high  school  career.  Because  in  the end,  we  will
                   conserve  only  what  we  love,  we  will  love  only  what  we  understand  and  we  will

                                              understand  only  what  we  are  taught.











                                                                                                                  In the end
                                                                                                               we will Conserve
                                                                                                              only what we Love,
                                                                                                            We will Love only what
                                                                                                             w e Understand, and
                                                                                                              We will Understand
                                                                                                                   only what
                                                                                                                we are Taught
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