Essay on My Year Of High School

1278 Words May 25th, 2016 null Page
Ever since I was little, I’ve always wanted to be a cheerleader. The glitter, pom-poms, and how pretty they always were made me want to be a part of that world some day. My junior year of high school, I prepared myself to try out to be a part of the 2015-2016 Hazen Cheer team. To say that I was nervous would be a complete understatement, because I was scared out of my mind. I wanted to keep it on the down low and I only told two of my closest friends. I knew that if I didn’t make the team I didn’t want to make it a big deal, and I just had to keep moving forward. However, i’m thankful that I pushed myself a month before tryouts happened so I was well-prepared. I stretched twice a day every day for 15-20 minutes and read tons of articles on how to make my mark even on the first day of tryouts. Anyway, the hard-work paid off and as I was waiting anxiously at my bestfriend’s house, I made the team. In the cheer culture, I view myself as the stereotypical always-peppy cheerleader. I’m always smiling or laughing and I just have a happy heart and soul. Like every human being, I have my down days. I think what’s special in my case is that even when I’m having a down day, I always try to make sure that everyone around me is having a good day. One of my best friends who I am fortunate to be teammates with and be each others’ 911s said that even when I’m crying, I’d still pull out a smile and try to keep my happy demeanor. I would consider myself as someone who’s always ready to lend…

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