Cheerleaders-Personal Narrative

Little did I know that it would be filled with new experiences, intense moments, and even become a yearly family tradition. I had never experienced how a college atmosphere felt until that breathtaking game. There were thousands of energetic teenagers all around me cheering for Clemson. Everyone I met on the Clemson campus was polite and had welcoming smiles on their faces. I had never experienced so many people in one place all supporting their favorite players.

We ran up the stairs and out onto the field to warm up. During warmups Coach Dietrich cam up to me and said, “You nervous?” “Yeah,” I replied, as I was as nervous as I’d ever been. “That’s good, you should be” he said and returned to the sideline. After warm ups we went to the sideline for the National Anthem. Then, we ran to the middle of the of the field as the announcer called our names, and t “Lets go boys, ball out on three, one, two, three,” Shouted Caleb as loud as a megaphone (simile), once the team reached the center.

Ever since I was a toddler, I loved sports. Baseball, basketball, it did not matter; I just liked to run. When I was around 4 or 5, I was in the living room watching the Steelers play the Cardinals and saw Santonio Holmes grab a game winning touchdown to win the Superbowl. I was so excited that I jumped up in the air and I told my dad, “Daddy when I grow up I want to play football and I want to score a lot of touchdowns just like 10 does.” Fast forward to the Fall of 2014, and I am in my 3rd yr in football, and I was killing it. I was starting cornerback, andwe won a championship.

His speech was short and sweet just like the conversations around. He introduced himself and some of the other coaches, all who were very enthusiastic about being there. The tournament started that night so immediately after lunch we went to discuss game plans. We were playing Team Red for our first game. We could win this game

It was a rainy spring morning and I was playing in a soccer tournament with my brother, the rest of our team, and my dad as the coach. TWEET, TWEET, TWEET! We were all ecstatic when the referee blew the whistle to end the most important game of the season because we won the game! We all ran off the field and my dad told us to calm down and shake hands with the other team. “It’s good sportsmanship”, my dad said.

He himself went to LSU for 2 years and then ended up dropping out, but ever since his goal was to get me into LSU. Flying him to Baton Rouge would put a light in his eye that i would never forget. I would fly him there and take him front row to a LSU game. That is all he always wanted is to see a game live with me and he was never able to accomplish that, and being able to fly him there and take him to a game would make his everything, he would be so grateful. And knowing that i was able to do such a thing would make me feel accomplished.

It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college.

After we watched the fireworks it was late, so it was time to go back to the villa so we could do more fun stuff the next day. We had to go walk out by the security people again and we saw more crying kids because they did not want to leave. I did not want to leave either because I had such a fun time spending the day at Walt Disney World with my parents. The day was so memorable and such a blast, and I am so grateful my parents took me on that trip to Florida. Going to Walt Disney World and Orlando, Florida itself was an amazing trip that I will never

I looked at my friend Landry and said, “We got this!” She looked at me and smiled. The music started and I began the routine which I had done millions of times before. After we finished our routine, the parents, the athletes, and my coaches met up so we could discuss how we thought we did. I felt we did extremely well and I was confident that we would win. After we met up, my family and I went outside to go to the car.

When I was younger I was a great football player. Everyone knew who I was because I was so fast and quick. It was like I was a god how everyone was calling my name as soon as I got in the gate. I was so good that even the other teams knew who I was not saying they liked me but they know what I’m made of. The bad thing is, is that I was bad at doing my work in school but the team needed me so bad the couches would sit me out for a quarter and then put me in for the whole game.

When he went downstairs to go get his phone, he had already been watching the game and we knew he knew how to use it. After a while we let him watch the game to get him back to his happy side we confronted to him. “Dad” I mentioned. “Yes, Kaylea” my dad exclaimed. “Mom and I pranked you, but we never realized it had to go this far where you would be learning and probably ‘breaking’ your phone” we apologized.

The pitcher throws two strikes and he is one pitch away from the dream. The pitch is thrown… “STRIKE 3!!!! BALL GAME” yells the umpire and they have done it, the raiders have defeated dayton. That night the team celebrates and takes a picture that will have everlasting memories for everyone on this team, players, parents, and coaches all would remember that game for as long as they lived. The image of a team that would not give up and not only did everyone of these players become a little more decorated and a little more confident but they also learned that as a tea everything is possible.

I really didn’t care about football at all, but I was still excited to go and watch with my family. We had stayed at the party for two hours before it was time to go. The party had taken place at a house near the stadium, so it was a quick walk over there. Once we arrived, we suffered through pictures and waited to get in. When we finally got inside, we walked over to the infinite amount of escalators we would have to ride

Jesse entered the stadium with the signature Spartan strut, as he had years ago, while roaming the halls as a student long ago. His mom called out from the stand, and as quickly as he saw her, “He lunged for her…and hugged her tightly. She pulled out his green Messina jersey with his number, 56. Just as he positioned the jersey, the crowd stood and began applauding saying, ‘Welcome home, Jesse, we still love you’” (199). A warm welcome was the exact opposite of what he expected, but exactly what he

Baller County had high expectations for the year so the team started off the practices with a strong swagger and practice had started becoming part of a usual routine for all the young athletes. The day February 25, a day that young John Goodman will never forget. The overcast weather conditions had soaked everything; therefore, the team had spent practice in the batting cages. Afterwards, the coach dismissed the team to go home since weather conditions seemed to be worsening. Goodman and a few others had decided that they would go to the mall and pick up some well needed snacks at the mall.