As a teenage girl, I was a troublemaker. I was the kind of girl who was regularly sent home for wearing black lace slips to school and ditching math class. In fact, I loved to break the rules so much that I spent 11 consecutive weekends (a record at the time) in Saturday school my sophomore year for talking back to the vice principal. In spite of my insatiable desire to break every rule presented to me as a teenage girl, however, I fell in love with one of the world’s most rigid disciplines: I was totally and completely infatuated with ballet.