Essay on Personal Narrative: Cheerleading Competition

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Cheerleading - It Was Our Year! Running the same routine over and over since August 14, 2004 and it is now October 6th. Bodies are aching, feet are sore and we all feel as though we have been beaten by a 200 pound boulder. Cheerleading is our passion and we love to do it, but by mid September we were all ready to quit. Practice Monday threw Friday from three o’clock to seven, and then eleven until two on Saturdays! As the Lord did, we got to rest on Sundays. It was rough, sometimes practices would go longer, Coach Curry would say "You girls are running this until you get it right", and some practices were a lot shorter than expected, "I am tired of seeing the same tired faces, the same sloppy motions and hearing those…show more content…
Next time it will be to show them what we are made of. All 20 of us are fidgeting like we have ants in our borderline too short blue skirts, as we await our name to be called. Of course we have already huddled up in prayer, all curly haired heads with big white bows were bowed to give our Lord thanks and to ask him for his guidance. "It’s our year… South Park it’s OUR YEAR". It's finally show time. We file out, get into our spots, chest rising all in sync with one another. The first beat hits us like a jump start, we launch into motions, and our facials are working overtime, motions sharp as boards. First sequence of jumps, everyone gets off the ground and everyone lands. "Shake it, shake it" a cheer mix by Ying Yang Twins and Brittany Spears, girls its time to dance. With gyrating hips and sassy puckered lips we get threw the dance portion of the routine. First Karlie goes up in her gravity defying basket toss , she looks just like a canon ball that has been spit into the air, except this cannon ball kicks out and twists down. As soon as she hits, the next goes, and then the next until they all have "kissed the sky". I am sweating like a football player who just ran back a kick off and I feel like one of the men he had to knock over in order to get there, but it is almost over. The fliers are taking turns looking like ballerinas in the air, doing their liberties,

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