“The Best Lesson I’ve Learned from Being a Talonette” I began my journey as a Talonette my freshman year with the sole purpose of my sister trying out. I made a last minute decision to tryout for the team the day of the audition meeting. It was one of the best decisions I have made in my life. Once I found out I made the team I was so excited! I knew I would be making lots of friends and great memories. Going through my first year of Talonettes was an amazing experience. I was determined to grow as a dancer and become the best I could be for the team and myself. Everyday my director, Mrs. Roan, would sit the team down in a circle and would throw out positive thoughts about life. She was currently going through an extremely hard time with
When I was about six or seven years old, I started cheerleading because my older sister, Tiffany, was a cheerleader (and what little girl doesn’t want to be just like their older sister?). Thanks to Tiffany, and, of course, my mom for signing me up and getting me where I need to be, I found a love and passion for something I would cherish for the rest of my life.
It all started when I first joined the squad in 7th grade. I did it because it was something that I really enjoyed because it was energetic, fun, and I never had to pay to get into any football or basketball game! Although we weren’t the crazy awesome at the time, we still had a great time doing it and I never had any regrets, but I didn’t think I would
I have been dancing since the age of four. I started my intense training with Tanju and Patricia Tuzer, Debra Bale, and Linda Brown at Tuzer Ballet. I developed as a dancer, attending every summer intensive performing in every show, advancing from intermediate to apprentice to junior company and finally to senior company. The dance studio became my second home. I took classes in ballet, pointe, modern, contemporary, tap, jazz, lyrical jazz, theatrical movement, hip-hop, zumba, and African-Ballet, pointe, contemporary, and lyrical jazz being my favorites. Even w...
...for my first cheerleading squad, in the seventh grade, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. In fact, the try outs were so hard and so demanding I did not make the cut. This did not discourage me at all; it only gave me motive to try harder. Next season I came back with a bang; I made the cheerleading squad. Cheerleading is an experience that I would never give up for anything in the world. I learned more lessons on teamwork here than any other sport I played, because in cheerleading I mainly had to communicate with the other cheerleaders. Cheerleading involved much work and effort from me and my team mates. When I first started cheering I was a fairly fat cheerleader; by the end of the season my body was perfect enough for a show all bikini, and this is the one change that made me genuinely realize, “yes, I am an athlete; cheerleading is a sport.”
When I was ten, my dad took me to a high school football game to watch a friend of ours. The first thing I noticed was the cheerleaders. They were loud and proud to be there and support their school. They showed no shame, and I turned to my dad and said, “One day I’m going to be a high school cheerleader.” That dream came true in April of 2016. As I walked into the first practice, I was so nervous to finally be there. I met my new squad members, and we immediately clicked and started talking about our summer camp. We practiced and waited for it to roll around, and when it finally did, we enjoyed every moment. As we worked together and supported each other, we earned ribbons, got a bid to Florida, and grew closer together than ever before.
This article got me thinking. I had face situation in my life that because of my bad grammar I had let go of great opportunities. English is my second languish and I thought that as long as I knew the basic I would be ok in life. But as I got older I started seeing the pattern of negatives effects of my insecurity of grammar. My return to college open my eyes to a better potential in life just by continually a proper college education. When reading this article the wheels of my brain started spinning. The first image that pop in my head, was my children trying to mimic all the YouTubers online with their in style vocabulary. Then two little boys appear in my head, two little boys that I saw ones about 10 years ago for about 10mn. I have forgotten them, until
While working as a healer, I began picking up on the causes of my client's illness or injuries. I would know things that the client hadn't told me, And often times they themselves hadn't even considered. Once the information had been discussed with the client, the pain from the trauma would go completely away.
I was raised in rural wyoming where hunting was not only tradition, but a way of life. Since I could walk I had been accompanying my dad on all varieties of hunts. My father did all that was possible to pass on the knowledge and lessons needed for me to become a responsible hunter and man. However, there are some lessons that can only be learned through personal experience. They are often the ones of moral and ethical decisions. My sophomore year of high school I committed the hunting mistake most outstanding in my mind.
I can divide life into two parts: The part before I went to the temple and the part afterwards. I suppose everyone could do that. On September 19, 1998, I went to the temple for my own endowments. I read my journal entry from that time and it did not do justice to what I actually experienced at the temple. I went through so many emotions and had so many questions answered that I had kept to myself.
The sun shone on the lake, reflecting across the calm waters. Families were enjoying their afternoon as gentle winds passed by. Children stumbled on the sand and shallow waters as they tried to catch tadpoles with their buckets. My dad, little sister, and I were all set to take on our first wilderness adventure; canoeing across a lake. I began to imagine myself steering the boat. Left side. Push, push, push. Right side; push, push, push. Repeating this in my mind and moving the paddle through the air, I felt confident. We climbed in canoe, and with a slight push from the back, we were off.
At the time, I did not know that joining a team could change my life. I did not know if I would enjoy dancing on a competitive team. During the fall of 2011, my third grade year, I started attending Mrs.Karen’s hip-hop class on Tuesdays at The Leroux School of Dance. Mrs.Karen was a patient and encouraging dance instructor. My mother was a big part of this life changing event considering she was generous and caring during this experience. She worked full time and dropped me off and picked me up at dance practice five days a week. I was kind to my fellow dancers and was open-minded about the outcomes of joining the team. I was happy throughout this whole experience and had no regrets. Furthermore, I did not realize that starting dance was the best decision I ever made.
As a child, when I got upset my response used to cry and refuse to talk. Now a day as adult, I don't cry that often, but I have the patter of maintain salient, so I grow up keeping that behavior with me. The first time I suffered anxiety of separation was when I started school; I do remember those first day clearly. I cried very loud, I got frustrate, and I didn't want to come back to school. This first week was terrible for me, for my mother, and also for my teacher. Fortunately, my teacher was very professional and keep calm. My mother tried to talk to me, and explain that she had to leave, but she come back for me at noon. When I was a child I was not very good at making friend; even though I was a friendly girl, I had to deal with that
I had a very strong interest in what the future held for women in science, because I wanted women to be able to make multiple accomplishments like men did in the science category. Throughout the time of being alive I made a speech about how I wanted women to make a great impact with being in science for the future. I can only image what the future is like now for women, I suspect that women have many more jobs in multiple categories than before. However I do know that some of the friends I had were also making an impact on the world already, changing it and showing how it can be different. An tremendous amount of citizens probably would have disagreed with all the things that women wanted to have changed or do. Honestly I do hope that women
Excited. Nervous. Determined. Those three words perfectly describe how I was feeling my first day of college. The enrollment process was rigorous for me, but with the encouragement and support from my boyfriend, I was able to finish submitting the required paperwork by the school's deadline. After all of that was over with, I could finally begin a whole new chapter of my life that I had never visioned for myself. None of my family members have attended college, I was going to be the first one. This means, I was showing up for my first class completely mentally unprepared. I was unaware of what to expect for my first semester at Ocean County College.
Recently, I have purchased a “Platy-tat-tat” CD player from your company. Unfortunately, there was a rather strange issue with it. When I had inserted a CD and pressed play, a strange screeching noise erupted from the speakers. It sounded very similar to a cat with asthma screaming, a genuinely terrifying noise. Now, I have only been using this product for a short period of time. In fact, this was the first time I had used it since I had bought it from the Mart-Wal in east Centreville on March 31st.