My life goal is to earn a degree in Music Education with a Vocal and Chorus Concentration, become a church accompanist and own a music academy. This conclusion was not easy to obtain. For several years, I aimlessly strived for hopes and dreams of a blurry future. My high school years and now freshman year of college have served as a means to clarify my mission and goals in life. After completing my ninth year of music study, I longed for a change in my career.
Almost all of my life cheerleading was a pretty big thing in my life and cheering in high school was a dream of mine. As an 8th grader I was pretty confident that I was going to make the team; maybe not varsity but I thought for sure I would make JV. I was wrong. I started cheering at age five I felt like I was pretty good. I was tumbling at age eight and that’s when things went wrong I was going for my back hand spring and landed on my head I got a really bad concussion and now I don’t remember my second or third grade years.
Once upon a time there lived a girl named Juana Corio. Her mom had decided long before she was born that all of her children would play piano, so as soon as Juana started kindergarten, her piano lessons started as well. Being a very enthusiastic 5-year-old, Juana enjoyed the first several weeks of practice. Then it began to be monotonous. For the next 5 years, she despised playing the piano with all her heart.
Although I didn’t know what happened to Carmen and her parents, my uncle’s frigid glance made me afraid for a few weeks. When Sunny arrived in this world, Carmen was very exciting because everything changed. However, she did not enjoy a new brother in her family after all. Since Sunny was only born for few months, my uncle got too excited about having a son in his family. Carmen felt that her parents were not cared about her, so she tried to build up her music skills and study music theory.
I decided to give up basketball because it was taking up too much time off my homework which would deprive me from sleep. Basketball was a sport I dreamed of playing for the rest of my school high school years. I dreamed of being recognized by my coach as “Dulce Melo a center-forward that has been playing since freshman year, who has improved so much, and trained so hard to become part of the girls Polytechnic Basketball team.” I had given up on that dream, I was no longer part of the schools student-athlete association I was just a student. I shattered a dream I had worked so hard for and dreamed of since I was small because of the new up-coming homework loads that were going to come my way. Many students like myself are spending all evening and sometimes night, doing homework.
When I first started cheering, I decided to participate because of two reasons: my mom forced me and my older sister, who I modeled after, cheered. As I got older and began to think for myself, I had engaged in cheer for so long that it became a habit. If my mom did not demand that I partake in cheer, I would not have been able to go through situations that sparked personal growth and knowledge. Cheerleading has given me opportunities to guide and interact with younger kids, which has influenced my decision to become a pediatrician. Four years ago during the summer before my first year of high school, I started volunteering as coach of a fourth grade cheer squad with three of my friends.
I walked into McKinney North High School (where all freshmen had to attend that year) and signed up for my first year of high school classes. My mom thought it’d be a good idea to join a club or an interactive, fun, and exciting class. I had my doubts at first, but I decided to join the school Choir. I wouldn’t have had much of a problem walking in on my first day, but Las Vegas school’s start a few weeks later than McKinney…so they were on their second nine weeks and had all gotten a chance to get to know each other. I on the other hand, walked in and silenced the room.
Not wanting to leave, he was convinced by his wife to do so for the sake of himself and his family. When Lexi read this story, right away she thought of a perfect situation that connected her personal life to this one. When she was about to enter high school, her family decided to move from one town of New Jersey to another, which meant she had to switch schools. This was a little upsetting for her, but the one thing that made her happy was being able to join a sports team since her old school didn’t have many. Within the first week of school, Lexi joined the cheerleading squad and was happier than ever.
When I moved to Flagstaff at age six, I had a hard time making new friends. Because my parents were worried about me, they encouraged me to get involved in various activities to find other kids with similar interests. I took piano lessons, joined the science team, and started staying late after school. One of these approaches may have worked had I been any form of outgoing, but I wasn’t. One day, my mom saw an advertisement for competitive cheerleading, and I asked if I would be interested in joining a new team.
When I moved to Flagstaff at age six, I struggled to make new friends. Because my parents were worried about me, they encouraged me to get involved in various activities to find other children with similar interests. I took piano lessons, joined the science team, and started staying late after school. One of these approaches may have worked had I been any form of outgoing, but I wasn’t. One day, my mom saw an advertisement for competitive cheerleading, and I asked if I would be interested in joining a new team.