Out Of Cheerleading

My transition into high school was as easy as taking a breath. I had always found school quiet easy and I never had to put much effort into getting promising grades. Before high school I had my whole life figured out, or at least I thought I did. I had planned that I would attend a law school or major in English. After a while of being in high school I started to realize many things. My parents did not have the financial stability to send me to a law school, I was not as smart as all the other kids, little by little I began struggling with a negative mentality about myself and my future. I slowly let go of my dream of becoming a lawyer and decided to join the Health Careers Academy. Soon enough, I began to have a deep interest in the medical field but then again I continued to have the same question; how can I afford going to a medical school? I did not know much about college or what it took to get into college. I assumed I just had to have a pretty transcript and that was all it took. My self confidence began to lower as I saw how other students cruised through their high school years so effortlessly. I never wanted to ask for help because I did not want to seem “dumb”. I would bite my tongue and hold in all the unanswered questions I had. My junior year, I was having a very difficult time. I had a tight schedule which consisted of almost all AP or honors courses. I slowly began to give up because I did not believe that I could do it. I let my grades slip failing almost

The sport of cheerleading has been around for a long time; since 1884 in fact! In the beginning, cheer was a sport dominated by college men. Since, women have taken over, and in 1967 the first ranked college cheer competition was held. Both school and competitive cheerleading offer many rewarding opportunities. Though they are a part of the same sport, the two types of squads are actually quite diverse. School cheer is undeniably a worthwhile and respectable sport, but competitive teams often provide a more challenging approach, and are more suited to experienced cheerleaders.

I had went from a good girl to a bad girl. I would get in fights for no reason at all. I did get suspended but never got expelled from school. I love going to school but it seams like every time i try to do good, their was some girls meassing with my plans. By the time i turned 14 i find out that im pregnant. I didn't know what to do, or how to tell. I tell my best friend her name was Jordan. We were friends since fourth grade. I tell her i'm pregnant and that i was scared. I decided that i was going to hide it from my parents. Come to find my friend Jordan, was pregnant too. She was dating my brother Luis, she was far along than i was. Wen i was almost 3 months pregnant, i decided to tell my parents. I was really scared to tell my dad, i knew my mom wouldn't make a big drama about it. But my dad it seam like he wanted to choke me. The time pass and it was almost time for me to be due. My mom made me a baby shower on November 03,2008, it was the biggest baby shower i ever went to. I got a lot off gifts for the baby, the shower lasted on till one in the morning.On November 05,2008 i delivered my 6 pounds 2oz baby girl Ana Perez. Every body and me were glade she came out healthy.After my dad was mad, he now loves my little girl. He treats her like his own daughter, and she loves him too.

At Dodge City High School I was in many activities such as The Pride of Southwest Kansas, varsity tennis, drill team, enriched learning, and many other honors classes, I was even the president of the decoration committee my junior year. After my sophomore year I added another egg to my basket, and was hired at my first job. With my first job I helped my mom by getting my own phone, paying for the bill, and buying my own items and necessities. But with all these activities and work, I started to get tired, but more than anything, I got lazy, and careless. I started to spend more time procrastinating and doing things last minute. I started showing up late to class which led to not even showing up at all. At this point in my life, everything was going down hill. I got dismissed from drill team, I went from first chair in the band, to dead last, and my grades reflected my attendance. I pushed everything to the side and blamed it on “senioritis”. I thought I was doing everything right and I did what I wanted, but it wasn't until I got called down to the office for a meeting, that I realized that I was putting to shame every effort and all the time my mom spent on raising

Approximately 2-3 months later I found myself asking my mom if I could be enrolled in gymnastics classes,. She didn't seem to have a problem with this, except that gymnastics is very expensive, which is something her and dad had to discuss. With the expense in the sport, I would have to be doing many chores, which I was fine with since, I did them anyway, but I would still have to ask my dad. He, however, was concerned with prices and the financial sector, and so was my mom. They at first they did not agree, and said “there’s high school and cheer at school”, I scornfully walked back to my room holding tears that were on the fence. Getting into my room, I buried my face in my pillow and let all the tears free onto the cloth that now resembles a darker shade, because of its dampness. My mom then came in a caught me crying my eyes out and brought dad out to talk about this more. I felt so weak like I was trying to change their mind, but I was truly just very upset and had been thinking about this for weeks now. My mom and dad then agreed, together that, we can try 3 months of it, and I guess then we’ll just

During my sophomore year, I became depressed and antisocial due to problems in my life. My mother has been sick with a brain tumor since 2009 and she was diagnosed with brain cancer in 2012. It has been very hard on me and especially for my mother. I worry about her because she has shown signs of severe depression, she often talks about that she would rather be dead than alive anymore. After all of the pain, all of the humiliation of not being able to walk well, the embarrassment of not being able to write well, all of the staring and comments I would hear about my mother, she is still strong. After 6 years of pain and suffering along the way, I do not blame her. Everything seems to get worse. She now needs surgery due to avascular necrosis that was caused by many years of chemotherapy. I began to lose motivation slowly because I did not have any friends in any of my classes and I felt like I was stuck in a

My freshman year in high school was unarguably the best year of my high school career, If I knew how the rest of my school career would go I probably would have cherished it a lot more. My sophomore year was going pretty well until one major internal change shifted my well being in the worst. I always knew about depression,but It was always one of those things that I never really thought about because I thought that only certain types of people experienced depression and I couldn't be one of them. was wrong. During the spring of sophomore year I fell into a depression, at the time I did not know what depression was ,nor did I know what was happening with me so I didn't know what to do, I didn't ask for help, and I didn't talk about it. I started to go down an even darker path with self medicating, drinking ,and self destructive behavior all of which I never told to anybody. As the winter and spring ended and summer began I came out of my rut and told myself that If that ever happened again, I want to get help and I don't want to be on a self destructive path

It was a frigid day in September 2003, and I was on my way into school. This was the first day of school, in my Senior year. Everyone said it is suppose to be the best year of your high school career. However, it wasn't that way for me. I walked into school on that day, and I felt as if I had some terrible disease. People were avoiding me, ignoring me, and this had never happened before. I was always Miss Popularity all throughout school and I constantly had someone around me. Therefore, getting the cold shoulder was new to me. Day after day I would come to school feeling left out and alone. I had no idea what was happening to all my friends. Until one day I overheard some people talking about me. I was so

My first year of high school did not go the way I wanted it to. People expected me to be athletic like my parents. My mom played basketball and football, but went to college for basketball. My dad played football and continued to play at the university of Florida state. When I walked into class and told them who my parents was they looked at me as if I was joking around about being the son of my parents. As I went through my ninth grade year I tried out for football. Apparently they thought I was joking too therefore, I left and went home. When I got home pops

Cheerleading varies in many different ways. It could mean yelling, to intense physical activity for sports, audience entertainment, or just for competition. Although it doesn’t seem like it, cheerleading started as an all-male sport. Whereas now, most males think that it is a girls sport. In 1877, Princeton University had a “Princeton Cheer”. It was yelled by the students from the stands. It was also yelled by the baseball and football athletes themselves. Thomas Peebles, Princeton graduate, moved to Minnesota with the idea of organized crowds cheering at football games to the University of Minnesota.

Out of high school I went off to college with a plan. I was so naïve, I had my life all planned out. I was going to a state school study accounting to become a CPA, where I would go to work every day, sit in an office and take home a decent paycheck. Halfway through my degree I realized something was missing, passion of what I was doing. To be completely honest I gave up, I stopped caring and my grades were horrible, in the course of a year I had gone from an A student to a C student. My family was adamant about me staying in school, and sticking it out another semester. I agreed to try but eventually stopped going to class, I should have been dropped from my classes but the university I attended was so large that with 400 plus students to a lecture no one noticed or cared. I dropped out of college, had I not made the decision to continue they would have dismissed me anyway. The grades I received my last year at SUNY Albany do not reflect my academic ability. I regret giving up, I realize now that there were alternate routes I could have taken. However I am one of those

By the time I entered the third grade, my parents were divorced and my mom was diagnosed with bipolar, depression and I was diagnosed with ADHD. My mom has always stressed the importance of working for what I wanted. As a kid, I developed a strong passion for technology, which inspired me to come to the University of West Georgia to pursue Computer Science. My first semester here at the University, I found out through Facebook that one of aunts had passed away. I was devastated because I visited her before going off the school and even though she was in the hospital I thought that she was going to be okay. Also, I had already lost two of my other aunts the same year and they had all died three months apart. I didn’t want tell my mom that

comes back full force. My straight A’s start to drop to D’s and E’s, I quit all my after-school activities, stopped talking to everyone, and started to skip school almost everyday. I had always struggled with depression, but it had never been this bad before, I felt like I was drowning and she was pulling me down with her. I struggled a lot with my depression, I had to go to the emergency room twice during the school year for suicide attempts, I just wanted to give up on everything. During this time things kept getting worse and worse, tension kept on building between my mom and me and I still hadn't seen my dad. I remember that night so clearly as if it was yesterday. My mom and I had been arguing all day, We were in my room and kept on arguing

Since 1898, chants have been heard at football games, and girls jumping and flying through the air have been seen by the speculators in the bleachers. Over the past years, cheerleading has not been defined as a sport, but in all reality, cheerleading is more than a sport.

In the last ten years, cheerleading has grown so much. People are starting to recognize for what it is: a sport. Cheerleading can be harsh and tough but fun at the same time. In the routine there is a variety of things cheerleaders do in it. Usually people who are not familiar with cheer think it’s effortless to do a two minute and thirty second routine but in reality it’s a lot more. In cheerleading, the routine almost always consists of tumbling, dance, and stunts.