Personal Narrative Essay

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Work harder! Do better! I heard this all the time at dance but I still had fun… most of the time. I had been a dancer as long as I could remember and so had my sister. Dance was a lot to take on with rehearsal everyday and competitions every other weekend in the winter. All my friends were cheerleaders and they were together every Saturday when I was at rehearsal. But through my experience I learned to follow my heart and do what I wanted to do.
It was the beginning of August and it was the beginning of company auditions. When my mom picked me up after auditions she asked, “Did Michelle say anything to you today?”
“No,” I replied. I was wringing my hands and I was shaky I felt as if I was going to bawl.
“Oh, ok Mrs. Jonhston said she gave Meghan some feedback.”
“Fine!” I had exploded, “She said I was horrible she said that I didn’t know what I was doing at all it just crushed me! I hate this I hate this!” I screamed. I had burst into to tears, I flung my hands up in the air, and I couldn’t control myself. My mom pulled over and looked at me. “You just need to work harder,” she said.
“I don’t want to do this anymore, I want to quit” I said.
“Are you sure. That’s kind
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When I told my sister her mouth was like a black hole it dropped so low. I was so happy to have an open schedule and way less stress in my life. Since I had a free schedule that fall I joined girl scouts, and took a lot of time to spend with my friends and family that I didn’t have before. The following year I slept a lot more than usual and got a lot more free time. That spring I was super excited to sign up for KYFL cheer. I couldn’t wait for cheer to start. I knew every cheer from my friends and because of dance I could pick things up extremely quickly. Once cheer started I realized I was pretty good at it. My high kicks almost hit me in the face and I could lift a girl for a stunt super easily. Most importantly I had the

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