Personal Narrative-The National High School Cheerleading Competition

Hi, I am Arabella, a junior in high school and a varsity cheerleader at Siesta Key High School. I am four feet and eight inches tall and a flyer on the cheer team. I often dress like a nerd, and do not care what other people think. I am dating the star football player at SKHS his name is Tom. Tom was not only a star football player, but he is also very good at soccer, basketball, baseball and volleyball. He is a liar and a cheater too. Anyways, people just call me Bella. I love sports and love spending my days off at the beach. I especially love Major League Baseball; Tampa Bay Devil Rays is my favorite team. I am a happy person most of the time. Who’s dedicated to my cheerleading career; and I want to get a scholarship for Northwestern

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.

Throughout my life, I have always been told that motivation is what gets you going, but your heart is what keeps you going. It has only been three years since I have discovered my passion for cheerleading; however, it has formed me into the young adult I am today. Due to the numerous hours of hard work, willpower and persistence over these years, I have acquired the concept that my mind, body and soul can withstand almost anything. The idea that cheerleading is not a sport, tends to be an extremely moot topic in today’s society. To me, however, it doesn’t matter what other people think, if it’s something you love and enjoy then that all that counts. I appreciate all of the challenges that cheerleading presents to me. I have gained an extreme

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.

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

Our administration hung our state champions banner from the front of the high school building. That next week we played for the overall state championship against Jackson Prep. They had been the number one team in the state for the last three years. We started to play best two out of three series on a Thursday. We ended up losing two games to Jackson Prep, but it still did not affect the fact that we had made history at our school.

This was it: Our last period to determine whether we were going to make it to the championship game for the first time since 2011, against the most hated team in the tournament. Edina is hated since they always make it to the championship and win. Now it was time for revenge. The buzzer sounded. My stomach was turning. Nervousness seemed to be passing through all of us. Whenever each team did one good or bad thing, the entire arena erupted with excitement. Minutes were passing by quickly. Both teams kept having such close shots. Each time I got a bad feeling in my stomach. All of a sudden, with three minutes left in playing time, Ash Altman found the back of the net on a breakaway goal. My heart was pounding with excitement. Cheering and applauding roared through the arena. Looking around I saw everyone on their feet, all 21,609 of us. Wow, this was an amazing feeling. Our fan section was going crazy. I thought we could not get as loud as we were in the first period, but I was proven wrong. We were all jumping up and down, screaming as loudly as we could. Holding each other, some people crying of happiness, I realized we all are in this together. All of us wanted this win. Hockey is so important at East High School, and especially important to the state of Minnesota. The last three minutes seemed to have gone by in seconds. Throughout those minutes, we all had not stopped cheering. This was a fantastic moment to be able to call myself a Greyhound, our school mascot. When the buzzer sounded for the last time, it was true. We were headed to the championship game. This was the first time we had made it to the

The team is up next to hit floor, all the hard work, sweat, and tears are finally going to pay off. Only one chance to do this dance right and bring home the gold. The long extended practices, the over stressed coach yelling twenty-four seven about something that’s not right. Everything that has prepared the team for this moment have to be utilized now! The music is on, the time is finally here.

During my time at Coral Gables Senior High School, Alex Bazzi, a classmate, won first place in the Future Business Leader of America (FBLA) national competition in network design, which inspired me to pursue the path of network design and to also compete in the FBLA’s competitions thus resulted in making me a state level winner. In return to Alex Bazzi’s inspiration I would like to leave a similar legacy as to be a figure of achievement in which underclassmen will not look at my achievements and strive to be me but to look at me and realize I was just a regular student in the class who took a chance and tired something as all it took for me to win was realizing I was capable of winning if I tired. I remember my first FBLA win and how great

My team and I huddled around a small TV screen watching a playback of a cheer performance. It was ours. That day, February 11, 2017, the Stewarts Creek High School cheer team had just competed at a National competition. Only seconds before that moment, I had walked off the mat believing that our performance would earn us white jackets. In the cheer world, a white jacket means you’re a national champion, which is a big deal. However, from the looks of our performance on-screen, our hope of winning slowly faded away.

My seventh grade volleyball team had a fantastic season. We had won every game except one leading up to the postseason. We were so successful since we worked well together. We exceeded in multiple areas on and off the court. After we won all of the Regional and Sectional games, we were headed to Tri-Valley on a

It's your first year of cheer! It's an exciting one you will learn so much, make new friends that become family. Just remember to stay confident and if you don't feel confident about something cause you have never done it or you don't understand say something; stay confident if you arnt getting a stunt or keep falling even when the coach is yelling at you, don't let it get to you they just want to see the happy face you will get when you nail it and look awesome doing it. And if you ever fall from a stunt get hit in the face or anything just take a minute get water and coming back because in the end it is worth it (unless you are really hurt then I would say something). Camp will be hard it always has for me since the begging some parts are

By the end of my third year, I had many statuses, as many do, such as a student, peer helper, employee, cheerleader, etc. What made me realize I was so unhappy with cheer was when being a cheerleader became my master status. It was my status that became the most important to others in everyday life, and sometimes even to myself (Ballantine, 116). I was more likely to be identified and grouped with cheerleaders and their attitudes, actions, and thoughts. This became clear to me when my mother, whom I am not close to at all and only see a few times a month, would introduce me to her friends and coworkers as her daughter who cheer for Beavercreek High School. That was my only status that made her proud. She never bragged to others about my successful

The new coach seemed peculiar, and It wasn’t just because of that third eye. We were having cheerleading practice and our coach Mrs.Smith moved and our new coach Mrs.Miller has a third eye. We were on our way to practice and it was Friday, two days before the competition. Our new coach was sitting down very weirdly on the floor and making a screeching noise that hurt my ears. What kind of world are living in I thought? As I examined her I saw that she had damp and bushy hair. Well maybe she is just trying to, hmm I’ll forget It probably does not matter.