Personal Narrative: Cheerleading

It was about that time, cheerleading tryouts for the year of 2010-2011. All emotions ran through my mind far as the goal I was trying to reach, but I wasn’t nervous. The prior year, I was already on the squad, therefore I was just striving for a much higher category, the captain’s position. It’s the week of tryouts and you could smell the nerves from the new girls in the air. We all met in the gymnasium to sign in for order, as Coach Randolph struggled to talk over the football team meeting that was actively being discussed. “Ladies, grab your belongings and head towards the outer part of the gym to finish this discussion, and do it quickly please ladies quickly!” Coach Randolph screamed trying to not let us know that she was beginning to stress. I decided to get of sip of water as relocated to a different area, far away from the extremely high amount of hot smelly sweaty boys, we call our football team. I ran towards the nearest water fountain as I came a across a new face that I recognized. I couldn’t believe that one of my best friends was joining the squad with me. …show more content…
First on the list of things we needed to learn to prepare us for tryouts was the chant. It was fairly easy to me and most of the ladies, but extremely difficult for my friend. It seemed to me as though she was struggling to memorize the motions as well as the words. As we finally came to a stopping point, I made my way over to where she was going over what we’ve learned that day in her head. “Would you like to continue this practice session at my place?” I asked as I held the phone to my ear trying to listen to my aggravated mother at the same time. She gave me her consent and we made our way to my mother, who was parked out front of the