In order for this role to be filled, I had to go through my “grueling tryout.” The tryout was everything life and my greedy friends from school had taught me. I was not able to be a cheerleader for my mother until I knew what the real world was like. As I am now in college and away from home, I leave my mother alone to go through her tryout. I giver her this time to find herself while I stand in the bleachers cheering her on from afar. I dream that her tryout will someday lead to a personal victory and will therefore inspire others as I did for
I went through the fall season and loved it. The bond that was formed between a stunt group, those little 3 year old girl who looked up to me and told me about their dreams of wanting to become a Berwick cheerleader just like me when they grew up, there truly was no greater feeling of accomplishment. After football season ended, the team continued to cheer for basketball and wrestling, which I mean is not as glamorous as football but we all still got to spend ti... ... middle of paper ... ...oms were now at the cheerleaders expense which totaled almost an additional two hundred dollars. That was more commitment than even I had been willing to make so instead I played volleyball in the fall and dove my junior year. With all the free time I had received from no longer cheering, I was able to get a job, save enough money to buy my first car, and give diving the full commitment it required.
Before I cheered for my high school team, I cheered competitively. This is where I learned how hard work and determination is truly the key to success. I would have four, three hour practices a week on top of my school work. If I was not at school, I was at the gym, either at a practice or I was just there to work on a new skill by myself. Waking up on competition days was like nothing else because I knew that for two minutes and thirty seconds I was able to put on a show and entertain the ... ... middle of paper ... ...at.
Then there was my favorite, hitting a stunt all of your friends thought was impossible. After hearing girls scream in joy while you are smiling and waving because you cannot believe it happened either made me realize we all had the same passion; Cheerleading. These few instances of my life made my world spin. I spent twenty-one hours in a gym every week from November until March twenty-fourth when I tore my ACL. My desire for success was at such an all-time high, and I realize now that I pushed myself both mentally and physically over my
The kids jumped all over me, would not pay attention for more than three motions, and repeatedly asked me random questions about the things I liked. That two hour practice was one of the most hectic and frustrating moments I have experienced, but, at the same time, it was new, exciting, and entertaining. The past years of coaching have allowed me to form strong relationships with these girls to the point where I see them as my little sisters. Being their coach involves more than just teaching them cheers and dances, sometimes I have to settle their differences, comfort them, and let them have fun. When the girls reached sixth grade, the team started to go through drama.
Gymnastics was the first sport Chesca gave a whack at, and she became very passionate very early on. She stuck with it, and became an extremely talented gymnast. Even though gymnastics is an extremely important branch of Chesca’s life, school is still her number one priority. She went to a public school in Prior Lake, Minnesota all through elementary and middle school. She began devoting more time to her sport, and when high school started, she took up online schooling.
When I arrived at my new and enormous high school, I got lost. It was June, and since classes had just ended for the day, large crowds of kids filled up the hallways, and I got bumped around like I did not exist. Thankfully, a cheerleader saw me and figured that I had come there for tryouts since I wore shorts, cheer shoes and a big bow in my hair. She took me to the gym where at least sixty girls had shown up for the competition. The first things I saw were cheerleaders doing high level tumbling on the gym floor with no fear.
One of these relationships was with her parents, Burt and Melanie Strug (“Profil... ... middle of paper ... ...the pressure of those moments will follow me the rest of my life…When Kerri is making the final vault, I am thinking, One legged, no legged, just stay there. And bless her heart, she did it” (Jenkins 39). Kerri landed square, desperately trying to keep the weight off of her left foot. She hopped on one foot to acknowledge the judges and then collapsed in a heap of tears and frustration. The rest was a blur.
From trying soccer to ice skating to dance to basketball I finally had found something I was interested in, cheerleading. I started cheerleading when I was in the second grade cheering on the sidelines for the peewee football squad was what got me so interested in cheerleading and then a few years after that I had found my true calling, Competitive Cheerleading. Competitive cheerleading is exciting it’s a sport that shot energy in my veins. I have traveled all over the U.S to compete for the sport I love, from Ohio all the way to the cheerleading worlds in Florida. I had cheered at American Elite from 4Th grade all the way to my freshman year in high school.
When most people think of cheer, they picture girls in short skirts waving their arms around at football games. However, All Star cheerleading is much more serious and vigorous. My team practiced three hours a day, four days a week, all year round. We conditioned until we puked, we did full outs until every muscle in our bodies ached, and our coaches yelled at us until they were blue in the face. Jumping, stunting, and tumbling puts immense strain on bones and joints, so it makes sense that sports-related injuries are common.