Personal Narrative : The Story Of Me

The Story of ME.
Basically all of my life I had been a cheerleader, well since I was 5 anyways. My mom was a cheerleader, my nana was a cheerleader, and my sister is going to become a cheerleader, so one could say it was kind of a family tradition to be out under those Friday night lights. When I first started I loved it. I was absolutely one hundred percent committed to that hair bow and those pom-poms, in fact I hardly ever left home without them. I am talking trips to the grocery store, nana’s house, even the doctor’s office. I had never missed a missed a practice, I mean it was kind of hard to when my mother was the coach, but I never had the desire to because it was my true passion, at that moment. That all changed freshman year of high school.
Let us flashback to freshman year shall we? I was officially in high school and everyone knows, anyone who is anyone is either a cheerleader or a football player so there was no possible way I was not being on the Junior Varsity team, it was unimaginable. So, of course I went to tryouts, and did the whole sha-bang; a little rah rah, toe touch here, toe touch there, and so on. After results were posted it was not a shock I had made the team, after all I had been groomed to be a cheerleader practically since I was able to walk. 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...

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...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. By giving diving all that attention, I managed to take 2nd place in my district, in turn qualifying for states where I placed 22nd. In my opinion, 22nd in the state is not too shabby for someone who is only a junior. My improvement from sophomore year to junior year was an accurate representation of what a lot of commitment, a little bit of luck, and support of one’s family can achieve. I cannot wait to see what is to come for my fourth and final year as a Berwick diver.