Personal Essay: My Cheer Career
“5, 6, 7, 8, who do we appreciate? GOOOOO TEAM!!!” That’s a phrase I’ve said quite a few times in my life. As a cheerleader, I tend to say whatever I can to get the crowd pumped, even if we’re down by 30 points in the 4th quarter. Since six years old, I was the most energetic person out on the sidelines, cheering on my home team. I thought that my “cheer career” would last forever. So imagine my surprise when it abruptly came to an end. In the 10th grade, my mother made me quit the cheerleading team, due to a C on my report card, but this turn of events became the best thing that could ever happen to me. I used to think that cheerleading was the only sport/activity for me. I devoted all of my time, energy, and money to it. I practiced every day and spent hundreds of dollars every year on shoes, uniforms, and hotels at the competitions. Ever since that all ended, I’ve been saving money and gaining so much free time. I even opened myself up to new activities. In March of 2016, I found out that my school had a lacrosse team, so I tried out. I had never even heard of “lacrosse”! In the end, I made the team, I made new friends, and I made new opportunities for myself in life. One very interesting thing I found out about myself was that I loved to sing. Singing, to me, feels like finding your favorite shirt
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It feels like forever ago that I was following my dreams of being an NFL cheerleader. Two years ago, after cheering for eight years, my life ended, or so I thought. I had my heart crushed when my mother told me I was not able to cheer anymore, due to a slight inconvenience. Even though that portion of my life was over, a new part was just getting started. I was in a musical, on a lacrosse team, and every other aspect of my life began to turn around for the better. I feel like this was just like an arrow getting pulled back, in order to be launched forward, because even though I had to go through this minor setback, it set me up for some major
It feels like forever ago that I was following my dreams of being an NFL cheerleader. Two years ago, after cheering for eight years, my life ended, or so I thought. I had my heart crushed when my mother told me I was not able to cheer anymore, due to a slight inconvenience. Even though that portion of my life was over, a new part was just getting started. I was in a musical, on a lacrosse team, and every other aspect of my life began to turn around for the better. I feel like this was just like an arrow getting pulled back, in order to be launched forward, because even though I had to go through this minor setback, it set me up for some major