does interest lead to passion?

i was thinking yesterday, how much ccas actually mean. maybe i was just bored or simply i got nothing to do, but this is gonna to be a long post.

i was in chinese dance in primary two. and i dont really remember what happened then, except for the cake that the teacher in charge bought for us. that was uber nice of her.

then i switched to rhythmic gymnastics. it was cool, really. i get to do handstands, cartwheels, bridges, spilts, jumps, spins and well, dance. i couldnt master the somersault though. if there was a talent i have, it's flexibility. though im not the most flexible, of course.
i remember the little stuffy room that we practised in the old campus of the primary school. we had to drag those spongy mats across the room. before those practises, those who arrived early will be playing wacko. we were smart, we always pointed in the other direction to confuse the poor person in the middle of the circle. it was really funny.

then we moved to the new campus. there was an opening ceremony, and we had to perform for it. we had to collaborate with the english drama, and the little boy that we had to work with was pretty naughty. he was missing in action on the full dress rehearsal day.
but we do get to practise in the hall. it was spaciousss. in there we did loads. we start with basic stretches, then maybe jumps and kicks and then the dance. the dance is always long. we will start, restart, end, start again and repeat the whole thing. and then for breaks i would have a mars chocolate bar because i loved it.

i used to hate cca. it was mundane. boring. we were always practising the same dance. doing the same things.

but looking back, it was a great experience. how proud to feel to have participated in the syf competition. how afraid we were just before our dance item. how excited to see the high ceiling theatre in kallang when we went for full dressed rehearsals.

and then i wanted to try something new. i went to netball in secondary. and then we were trained by the year four seniors. they were torturous. at least to me. i wasnt used to all these physical activity. i hated running. i didnt like trainings. and that's why when it rains we were all happy. but we still have physical training. within months, i was running so much faster than my first 2.4km timing. i was tanner. i was resistant to the sun. i was used to sweating and panting. overall i was so much fitter. but i still dreaded training. after every training i would have died and revived. i would have dragged myself back to the old canteen, have a drink and some snack, change, climb the hill to the main gate and take a bus that was packed like sardines back home.

but again the trainings were to train us for competitions, matches and friendlys. i remember the nervousness before each match. the happiness we felt with every score. the determination to get back every single ball we can lay our hands on. the accomplishment we felt with every win. the soreness we felt with every loss. the team effort we put in. the teamwork that we had. the support we get from each other. the feeling of "we are all in this together" .

but still. we disbanded and went different ways.

now that we are almost in jc already. i wonder, what will i learn from guitar ensemble? playing a guitar is a very personal thing. it takes a personal effort to master a music piece. will i ever be as close as to all the players as when i was in dance or in netball? will i have the determination and passion to put in effort? honestly i dont have the littlest bit of music talent in my genes. but i do hope to get satisfaction in being in this cca. it isnt going to be a long duration in this cca, one and a half years, at the most. we have a levels in year 6. ccas are going to be stopped then. and i hope by then, i would have learnt alot.