Personal Narrative : Cheerleading Scholarship

If everything was easy, then everyone could it and it wouldn’t be an accomplishment. Last year I joined an all-star cheerleading team, and that’s when I found out that this wasn’t going to easy that I have put myself out of my comfort zone. I was 17 years old and I was very shy, but I knew that you couldn’t do anything if you’re shy. Cheer was the best choice I had ever done by the second week of practice I was talking to everyone on the team they became my second family my coaches became so important to me they believed in every single one of us they pushed us to do our best and to never give up.

When I was 9 years old, I started this thing called competitive or all-star cheerleading. My goal at the time was to make it on a level 5 team and compete at the World Championship. Within my first 5 seasons I had a lot of trouble with my tumbling, which prevented me from moving past level 4. Before my sixth season I switched cheer gyms. My parents believed in my goals so much that they drove me an hour and half to and from practice two to three times a week. Within my first year at Tribe which was my new gym, my tumbling issues never got resolved. That left me on a level 3 team where I never believed I was good enough. The next year I was again put on a level 3 team. Now in my eighth season I was put on a level 3 team yet again. I wanted to quit, but my coach showed me that tumbling did not define me and allowed me to fall in love with the sport all over again.

I waited weary in anticipation of what name would break out of the happy-go-lucky collegiate cheerleader’s boisterous mouth as he was announcing the two lucky 2017 National Cheerleading Association All Americans out of all 4 Belton cheer squads. I replay this moment in my most vivid dreams, feeling the excitement of the halcyon moment grow greater and greater as the nerves and emotions grew stronger and stronger. A moment as imperative as this showed me in the most transparent way that hard, continuous work and growth pays off in many more ways than one.

Cheer Athletics in Plano is one of the most prestigious competition gyms in the country. There are other Cheer Athletics’ branches in other places like Frisco and Austin, but not one is as successful as Plano. It is the absolute best place to go for a serious cheerleader. The best and most experienced coaches work there and they are hungry to win. They expect every ounce of energy and athleticism to be left on the floor when we are finished performing. I have never had any problems with an authority figure until I started at Cheer Athletics.

When I was in 3rd grade I begged my mom to sign me up for cheerleading. I had always pictured myself on the sideline of a football game. Except, that wasn't exactly what I signed up for. Actually, it wasn't even close My mom signed me up for a team named Rocket Cheer. A team that did not cheer on the sidelines at football games but instead competed in competitions nationwide throughout the whole year.This has been more than just a sport to me. Rocket Cheer has taught me commitment as well as time management, the true meaning of family, how to not give up on any goal, and taught me to be me.

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

I have told a few little white lies through my lifetime. One that I can remember happened back in elementary school. I started doing competitive cheerleading back when I was about 6 years old and continued to do it until I graduated from high school. When I was in 4th or 5th grade I remember telling my friends I knew how to do a back flip. Everybody believed me and wanted to see me do one during recess and I was scared because I just started to learn how to do one so I did not have it perfected yet. When they asked me to do one I always came up with an excuse. One day I decided I was not going to come up with excuses anymore and just do it. During recess I remember everybody coming over to me and asking me when I was going to do it so I decided

1-2-3 up I was in the doing great and not moving around. It was the beginning of the 6th grade cheer season grade cheer season. I was trying out to be a flyer for the stunt.

It all started March 26, 2011 when my life began to change. On that day, I left Dunbar High

I stood on a mat, in an unfamiliar gym, surrounded by unfamiliar people. Did I really want to do this? I know no one here, I don’t even know if this is something I would end up liking. All these thoughts were running through my mind, making me question if I was brave enough to do this. I was eight years old and tryout out for my local competitive cheerleading team. As my mind raced, increasing my nerves, I contemplated leaving. I made the decision to join the team; I never know it could be something I would really enjoy. I didn’t realize at the time that this wouldn’t be the last time my mind tries to talk me out of taking a risk.

I joined the Scholastic Scrimmage club because my brother Jason was in it before me and so, I wanted to see what it was all about. I soon found a community of people there who thought like I did, who were as curious to learn new things as I was, and as competitive (in a good way) as I was, and still am. I always looked forward to going to practices and competitions after school, to find the limits of what I knew, and to ultimately expand those limits. Then, in my junior year, I became captain, and I had to become the trainer and leader, not the student, and that has become a very fulfilling duty as I see freshmen coming into Scholastic Scrimmage practices just as excited for the next hour as I was. Scholastic Scrimmage is not only a

I am student-athlete at Truman State University. As I student at Truman, I have taken part in various efforts to make the campus more culturally inclusive by being actively involved with the Multicultural Affairs Center (MAC). I led the MAC’s efforts in organizing and planning the opening and closing ceremonies for the Martin Luther King Collegiate Challenge.

“Let’s go blue and gold!” yelled the crowd. It was the last football game of the season. Cheerleaders and football players were hyped about the game. Their school has been celebrating this game all week. The game will be at four o’clock; be ready to have fun.

One time I volunteered to help some people learn a new cheer. So these two people just could not figure out how to do some moves in a cheer so I walked up to them and asked if they needed help. But they said no so I said ok so they were still having trouble so I helped them. And after I showed them how to do the cheer they did it perfect. So we were at cheer camp at the time and we had a competition the next day and had to perform that chant so then we were practicing again the day before the competition and they were still messing up so I helped them again. And then they were good and remembered the cheer. So then we go and compete and we have to compete in front of a bunch of schools so im just thinking in my head I hope they don’t mess

Leading a team of teenage girls is most definitely not effortless, but it is something that I’ve done with pride for the past three years. When I entered high school, I was beyond eager to join the dance team. Unfortunately, it was not even the slightest of what I had expected it to be. We rarely performed and when we did, the feeling that I obtained exceeded embarrassment. I have danced since I was three years old, but it was so terribly draining, and not even in a physical way, that I considered quitting the team. At the end of the season my freshman year, though, the coach informed us that she was quitting and offered me the captain position for the following year. So with that, I decided to stay on the team. I was determined to make my