Essay About Cheering

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It was the first football game of the season and the first football game of my life. I was about six years old when I attended, what I didn’t know at the time, my very first introduction of my near future. The beautiful cheerleaders standing there on that track looking peppy and ready to cheer on their team. With their hair in high pony tails, uniform that flattered their figure, and all the amazing tricks that they could do with their body just dumbfounded me. Living in this teeny town of about five thousand people I suddenly realized that cheering on the longhorns was what every little girl strived to be, but I was firm set to become one. To be cheering on my fellow classmates on that football field was all I ever dreamed of and I knew that…show more content…
In all my years of thinking that you just magically became a cheerleader who knew that you even had to go in front of judges and earn your spot on the team. With two weeks of three hour long practices, getting every routine down right, and conditioning to be in shape I was exhausted. By the time everyone was ready to try-out I had already mastered practicing and getting my school work done on time, barely getting six hours of sleep, and of course how to be spirited and perky as ever. Finally, it was my turn to go into the gym and show the judges everything I worked for. I had to make sure everything was so perfect in so little time. No way did my six year old self ever believe that becoming a cheerleader took all this blood, sweat, tears, and occasionally a few rolled ankles. I had suddenly began to lose hope in cheerleading with all the pressure that was put on you. I was a longhorn cheerleader, so that meant that I had to live up to every expectation that was expected of me. With all the pressure and stress of playing my role as a perfect cheerleader and also playing the role of a straight A student completely disabled my spirit and
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