In the novel, The Glass Castle, Jeannette Walls faces many challenges that seemed impossible to overcome much like I have during my middle school years. Jeannette in her younger years had to deal with poverty and bullying that I have to imagine caused much distress and pain in her life. While my story and Jeannette’s aren’t that similar, they both are about pain and challenges that we had to overcome. In my case, my hardships began around the beginning of seventh grade. I had to deal with horrible surgery recovery and things going wrong in my body.
My scores at practice were on the rise, so I was excited to shoot at the tournament at the end of the week. It was the night before the tournament and I was shooting really good compared to what I had been shooting. Moe was at practice that same night to see how I was doing with the new techniques. He said that I should be ready for for the tournament. So we got to the tournament and it was an hour before we had to shoot.
Unfortunately, we lost but it was a great experience. We may not have accomplished all of our team goals, like winning the league, but the season was still great. My favorite memory was senior night because I was able to go out one last time and play in front of the home crowd. I remember coach telling me to go out there and do what I do best. That night I played one of my best games all season scoring three
We finished the season with one loss and we went into the tournament with our first game against Republic and we won pretty easy. We played against Bothwell in the final in Marquette. I was really nervous as I can remember and it was really hot in the gym. The game started and we were up by 4 at halftime. The second half started and it was close all the way to the end.
Ever since i was young i fell in love with the art of dance. When i finally joined i felt like i was a little behind hence everyone was in my class was dancing since they were toddlers. My first day of dance was pretty nerve racking. My teacher would say to do something and i wouldn't know what to do because i didn't know any dance vocabulary. I would have to look around and try to fit in as much as possible so my teacher wouldn't think i wasn't fit for the class.
Lying awake last night, I realized that losing my voice was the worst. To make matters worse, it had to happen 3 days before my audition for a musical. All of this happened because of me over practicing my voice. Praticiting all day was probably not the best idea. The doctor said that my voice went out because I spend too much time practicing and eventually my throat got sore.
After a nice and relaxing day at Disney with my teammates and coaches, it was time to compete, and nerves were running as high as NYC skyscrapers. As all 20 of us were getting ready, we got out nice little coach pep-talk from our coaches, Tim and Tammy, who I’ve known since I was a mere gymnastics baby, a two year old level one. Tim was in a blindingly bright purple tuxedo and Tammy was in an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous red dress, a humongous change from their usual athletic gear, for they lost a bet saying that if we all qualified for nationals they would dress up. I looked up at the clock and saw the dreaded time; 8:00 AM. “Time to leave!” I shouted over our blasting playlist of everything from Lady Gaga to Lil Pump.
At the end of the routine, we all cheered with joy at our unexpected accomplishment. I was so proud of how far we had come in only a week. I was overjoyed to have shared that moment of excitement with all of my cheer sisters. No one recognizes cheerleading as a sport, but we work just as hard as other sports to accomplish the things we need to accomplish. People see the final product of our routine.
This was my best event. I did really good on it I was one of the fifteen people advancing to the next round. The next event was the texas barrels after that it was the arena race then the last event was the cloverleave. On all of the three barrel races I did just bad enough to not be able to go to the next round. About three hours after the first wave was the second round.
For example, It 's been four hours of trying this new trick and I 'm exhausted but I don 't want to stop until I finally land it. Now the determination is great at this point however, this is going to get you nowhere. I take a break and actually break down what I 'm trying to achieve in simple steps. Next, I make a checklist in my head marking off everything I 've been doing right and what this does is help set priorities on what to work on. After I use this trick that has been passed on through generations of my sport, which I also believe will help in any given situation.
My sophomore year in school we had a completely new group besides a few of us, so we basically we 're starting from scratch, just because we were young though we wouldn 't consider this a "building year". We played and practiced our hearts out and at the end of the season, came home with a 2nd place trophy. It was bittersweet, but we knew that next year was our year. Most of us played together all summer and when tryouts came around I put myself comfortably into the 2nd bag position. I won a few tournaments, and also lead my team to win larger division tournaments, where we played with schools that had 30-40 times as many students as we did.
Over 32 schools watching your every single movement. Over 200 people watching whether or not you make a mistake and 5 judges grading you on precision and even creativity in some aspects. I would experience this almost every month during competition, but not until my 10th grade year. Right before high school my friend Oscar had convinced me to join JROTC and since I was planning on joining the service I thought it would be a good idea. The class had many after school teams such as rifle team, drill, and raiders.
The director randomly chooses three to four students every day to play eight to twelve measures of their solos. When I was chosen, I knew it was not going to go well because I still hadn’t practiced enough to sound decent. I stood up to play my couple of measures, feeling my chest get heavy with anxiety. This anxiety made everything I knew about playing my solo fly out the window. I played wrong notes, was not in tune, and had to stop multiple times just to catch my breath.
I went to the gym and inquired about a job application and the process began. They were delighted to have me and told me I could work birthday parties and open gyms. Every sliver of money earned went towards that dance team, and I finished paying it off just a couple months after the season ended. Once I got a job sophomore year, I learned how to balance my life really well. The experience made me grow up quicker than others.
I had progressed well, passing the first and second cuts with seeming ease. As the third day of scrimmages approached, I felt a slight soreness in my ankle. Halfway through the second scrimmage of the day, I was exhausted and could feel the sore tension in my ankle festering. The thought of sitting out flashed through my mind, but was quickly overcome by the overwhelming desire to get through this game and make the team. This desire, however, would be my downfall.