Cheer Descriptive Writing

This experience truly defined who I became and who I am now as a leader. I

Kayla knew that within one month, her and her Junior Peewee squad of eleven would be traveling to Orlando, Florida to compete in America’s largest cheerleading competition of the year. Just the thought of moving on to nationals was exciting. She knew that she had to practice hard until the big day. During her stay, she went to Magic Kingdom with her family, and ate at Rainforest Cafe. One of her most interesting occurrences

I really enjoyed writing this piece because the more time I spent working on it, the better I knew the piece would turn out and I plan on giving it to my sister after I am done and want it to be the best it can be. I was originally planning on it to be a birthday gift or a gift for when I leave for college, but both of these dates are not for awhile and I want to give it to her sooner than later. I decided that I am just going to give it to her when I am finished because there is no harm in giving it to her on a random day.

Your Honor, Sir. Breana’s proudest moment as a person is when she obtained an honor roll certificate last year. She had a hard time with understanding the teacher, but she slowly and gradually grasped the concept. Her hard work paid off as she got all A’s and B’s. Breana’s strenuous time with her school’s curriculum made her feel very angered, but she pushed herself to the limits and ended up having the joy of spectacular

Donna Tartt's "Team Spirit" offers a profound exploration of the less appealing facets of cheerleading culture, drawing from her personal experiences to craft a reflective memoir. Through meticulous employment of description and symbolism, Tartt unveils the inherent complexities of the cheerleading world, particularly emphasizing its entanglement with social hierarchies, gender biases, class discrimination, and conformity. The opening sentence, "The year I was a freshman cheerleader, I was reading 1984," serves as both a temporal anchor and a thematic foreshadowing. By situating Tartt's narrative in a specific time frame and introducing her identity as a freshman cheerleader alongside her reading of George Orwell's "1984," Tartt subtly lays

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

Did You Know? by Vonda Ann Ford Piles of smiles and braces for miles, Letterman jackets and various styles, Homecoming royalty displaying their crowns While football jocks replay their touchdowns, Show Choir artists humming their tunes, Band geeks proudly swinging their flutes. High fives flying throughout the halls, While couples hold hands against the walls. Stolen kisses, more PDA, Can’t get them to stop, there’s just no way. Wall flowers watch the patterns beneath As they try to focus on their own two feet.

My apprehension only seemed to grow as the time dragged on. Suddenly, I heard our school name. Adrenaline rushed through me as we ran out onto the mats with gaudy smiles on out faces. The music thundered behind us as we jumped, stunted, and danced. It felt like it was over in a heartbeat. The experience as a whole left me utterly exhausted; so much in fact that when it came time for awards, I was quite frankly too worn out to care. We had done our best and there was nothing we could do to alter our fate at that point. Still, I couldn't help but attempt to play back our performance in my head. "We were nowhere near as natural or well put together as the other teams." I muttered. As it turned out, I was correct. We placed last in our

My Black heels sunk into the turf as I walked down center field, a crowd of 6,000 overflowed the aluminum bleachers towering before me. Pungent flowers of bright blue and gold are cradled in my arms, and an itchy vibrant blue sash is placed over my head. “Homecoming Princess 2013” is scrawled across in elegant cursive that shimmered beneath the blinding stadium lights. “Sophomore princess, Brianna Moynihan” echoed over the speakers; every teenage girl’s dream had become my reality.

The lights are shining as bright as the sun, it’s seven o'clock as the football team is about to come out. As the football team comes out we are yelling C-K-H-S. The game gets started and it is all fun in games . Halftime roles around and the boys are up 12-0 but her feet start to hurt and her cheerleading costume starts to get uncomfortable as it is a little too tight and super itchy. She's known as the pretty one that does well in school and gets good grades. The one that all the boys go after but always has a boyfriend. The one who has two older brothers that are popular and strong.

She takes a seat on her dainty wee stool Daddy had bought for her years back. She lifts her head and looks up at the poster of her and the girls at the end of year dance, beaming like they’re in the spotlight, and the paper stuck up beside it with the heading “A Brighter Pleasantville”. She thinks back to that exact day, the day Pleasantville embraced change. That day will be remembered forever

I see the barn with the green painted 4-H clover at its top, I smell the fresh, dewy grass, and I hear the sounds of anxious campers asking questions about what the week has in store. Hearing the kids’ voices all around saying “What’s that?” and “Look at that!” makes my heart smile. These kids have no idea what a great week we have in store for them and I hope that I can help make their experience one they will not soon forget. The other teens and I have been training and preparing for months, just to make this one week amazing for these kids. Leading the kids toward Ratliff Hall, they are all looking around amazed by their surroundings. The door opens and we enter, the camp staff greets us by chanting and singing. This is a sound like no other that I have waited all year to

Im going to be honest, I was terrified when I looked at the packet that said “What does my book choice say about me?”. I was worried that I might not be able to relate to the book, as I find it hard to even read books and understand them in the first place. I saw the title In Darkness and being the person I am, thought “Hey, In Darkness, sounds like it’s about depression, I can totally relate!” but then proceeded to wait till the middle of the summer to even pick a book. My friend had read all the books on the list and thought I might like In Darkness, saying how there was blood and violence which might help keep me interested, and trusting her, I got the book.

I stood on a large blue mat, looking to my left and right at all unfamiliar faces. I stared forward at the unfamiliar white wall. The coach shouting out terms I didn’t understand. What was I doing here? Everyone seemed twice my age, and twice as better, like they belonged here. This was my first time ever at a cheerleading practice; I didn’t know what to expect. I was eight years old and just wanted to make friends; standing here I felt alone and scared. My mind was telling me I should leave, this wasn’t for me, but my feet wouldn’t budge.

It was my final moments as a Chelsea High School cheerleader. My final banquet had quickly approached. It was then that I realized I was not ready for the season to be over. I stood in front of my friends, fellow cheerleaders, and their families as they watched and waited for me to recite my last words as the season came to an end. It took hours for me to write about what my teammates and my coaches meant to me. I did not want to sound too nostalgic since I’m not the emotional type, but I also did not want to come across as indifferent. It was a difficult task, but I knew I could accomplish it.