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My Personal Support Group Honors
I am often sorry that my parents did not take it upon themselves to enroll me in any recreational activities in my preadolescent years. I believe that sports are an integral part of growing up. They provide an opportunity to meet and interact with peers. Numerous occasions I can recall feeling excluded from the group because of my lack of involvement. Although I have to admit, I am not a tough girl. Most likely I would not excel in any contact sport.
Cheerleading tryouts proved to be a revelation. I knew it was the activity for me. Although I was not confident in my coordination, I vowed that it would improve with practice. I had regularly admired those spirited girls, being that my sister had once traveled that path. I faithfully attended all high school games, not to watch the players, but the cheerleaders. I was convinced that this was my calling.
The week of tryouts was non-stop practice. I lived, ate, and breathed cheerleading. My mother began to worry that I would not have the energy by the end of the week to try out. When te big day finally arrived I was a tight ball of nerves. I could hardly contain myself. I was brimming with 100 watts of nervous energy. The kind that gives one piercing pains throughout their body at the least expected moments. Waiting for the results my anxiety turned into burning tears. When my name was announced as a member of the squad I thought I would burst.
My freshman year of cheering was exceptional. I became fast friends with my entire squad. For the most part, we got along great. I imagine that we had more fun than the players, or fans. Faster than expected our season came to an end. It was time for tryouts once again.
Now that I knew the ropes, I was praying this tryout would be a breeze. I could not have been farther from the truth. I faithfully practiced every evening until the eagerly anticipated day. The same nervous energy overwhelmed my body as I walked onto the floor that afternoon. It seemed that within a second, the tryout was completed. Once again, I was forced to calmly wait for the crucial results. Finally the outcome was announced. “Varsity- Kristin Callaway, Jill Jackson, Katie Manley…” I had made the Varsity squad as a sophomore.
When I arrived at my new and enormous high school, I got lost. It was June, and since classes had just ended for the day, large crowds of kids filled up the hallways, and I got bumped around like I did not exist. Thankfully, a cheerleader saw me and figured that I had come there for tryouts since I wore shorts, cheer shoes and a big bow in my hair. She took me to the gym where at least sixty girls had shown up for the competition. The first things I saw were cheerleaders doing high level tumbling on the gym floor with no fear. The upperclassmen led us in warm-ups, and they seemed nice. A lot of the girls I met had been cheering since they were five and six years old. I saw a lot of talent in the room, so I knew it would not be easy to
Ever experienced cheer camp a famous college? Surround by its famous color orange and blue? Well, I did! A tremendous amount of people have their different ideas an exciting experience in their life. Although out of all of the exciting experiences I’ve ever experienced , I would have to say my favorite is when I visited The University of Florida for cheer camp my sophomore year. I was overly excited about spending four days at The University of Florida; I stayed up all night the night before packing and getting ready to finally stay at a college for four days with my fellow cheer sisters. From that experience I learned a lot about sticking together as a team, and friendship! But, most importantly, I learned that bonding together as a team is what got us to finish strong at the end. Those four days really opened my eyes to a lot of different things and I’m glad I can say that I really enjoyed myself.
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.
Throughout the years I have been cheering, all of my family and friends have supported me. Cheering may not be the most traditional sport that my parents may have wanted me to be a part of, but it is the sport that has brought many good memories to me. Making new friends that have he...
...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.”
The first few weeks of practice were full of bad attitudes and laziness. As a sophomore, I, along with the other underclassman, kept my mouth shut and put effort into practices. It was t...
The start of seventh grade, I was far from the image of the typical cheerleader. I was clumsy, would spill anything and often tripped over my own feet. I also had a speech impediment, so people could not usually understand me. The thought of me being a cheerleader was laughable. However, my best friend convinced me to just try it, and
My coach repeatedly yelled for me to get up and do it again repeatedly. For the 3rd time I got up, took a deep breath, and walked back to the end of the cheer mat. I stood there, calmly gathering myself from the last fall. My next attempt was no better than the last one, it resulted in my body slamming to the floor, right hip first. Although I physically felt weary and frustrated, my mind felt ambitious to continue. I got up and walked back to the end of the mat, without being told. I was ready to try again. A full is one of the hardest skills to master as cheerleader. Being a part of my high school cheerleading team I have experienced embarrassing losses that have made me question myself and my cheerleading abilities. have taught me wanting to win more than other teams is not enough, working harder is.
That was my favorite part of cheerleading because a bunch of squads from different schools come to compete against each other to see who’s the best. We would put up flyers around the school so people might come to watch us but they never did and some were even taken down. Now as far as our cheer squad went, we weren’t that good still because we had an inexperienced coach who did not know how to choreograph dances or cheers. So we continued to be made fun of and not taken seriously by our classmates, which was extremely annoying because we just wanted some respect for the work that we put it. When sophomore year came around we were starting to get a little sick of never placing at competitions and to our luck, we got a new coach the next
I’ve always been the type of person that truly enjoys athletics and have participated in nearly all sports offered to me. I started playing sports in elementary with club softball and basketball. As I entered my middle and high school years I was able to add the school sanctioned sports to my list of activities. This afforded me the opportunity of competing in volleyball, basketball, golf, track and softball. The camaraderie and life lessons of sports seemed invaluable to me.
I could not wait to get away from the people who had everything in life handed to them. I felt bad for them as they had no idea what the real world was like. Thanks to my mother, I was prepared for the worst. I had a great work ethic, knew how to budget my money, and most importantly, I knew what it was like to cheer on others. I realized that while I cheered throughout high school and experienced losses on the field, my mom was experiencing losses in her life. This led to the conclusion that cheering on the sidelines was not the only kind of cheerleading that I did. I was indeed my mother’s cheerleader. As I lead my classmates to victory, I was attempting to do the same for my hopeless mother. In order for this role to be filled, I had to go through my “grueling tryout.” The tryout was everything life and my greedy friends from school had taught me. I was not able to be a cheerleader for my mother until I knew what the real world was like. As I am now in college and away from home, I leave my mother alone to go through her tryout. I giver her this time to find herself while I stand in the bleachers cheering her on from afar. I dream that her tryout will someday lead to a personal victory and will therefore inspire others as I did for
Seeing those red, black and white colors come through the sign every Friday night lead by cheerleaders running with flags was thrilling. I never wanted the last letter cause if the people in front of you are running slow you might get trampled by a stampede filled with 80 horses. On the field cheering it felt like I was another person. It was like living a double life. Cheering made my voice heard. Doing those different cheers it felt like every motion, every word, and every smile mattered. It helped the crowd. It helped the boys. It the cheerleading squad. It helped
"C'mon, Chris, you get in the shower first," Taylor ordered from the other bed. "You're already up." Chris conceded and worked his way to the shower. Everyone in the room knew it too, due to his grunting and whining under his breath. Soon enough he was out of the shower and so were Taylor, Anders, and I. We ate breakfast with the rest of the team downstairs in the hotel in silence. It was too early to talk or chat. Everyone knew that one thing was going to be on their minds: winning. It was not worth discussing, either. Everyone knew that our varsity eight was possibly the strongest that McCallie had ever had, and that we had a good chance of winning some gold medals that day, if not a great chance. We loaded on the bus like ants, noiselessly flowing into one little opening. The bus ride was silent all of the way over as well. Everyone's heads, looking intently forward, were slightly jostling along with the bumps in the road. Some tried to sleep, but the tension and excitement was too much for most of them to be successful.
I had been an entertainer for as long as I can remember, and although my sport has changed over the years, performing continued to be a major part of my life up until my sophomore year. I started dancing when I was only three years old, but I decided to do cheerleading instead when I was seven. Despite being naturally quiet and reserved, the stage has always been the one place where I have felt comfortable being the center of attention. I have done both school and competition cheer, but the latter was my whole world. There was no better feeling than winning with my team, which is why I was devastated when a tumbling injury forced me to quit for the season. Tearing my ACL last year was one of the biggest challenges that I have ever faced because
After the week of tryouts, I had one more obstacle to overcome: timed trials. If i exceeded the coaches expectation, I would most definitely make the team. Therefore, At the blow of the whistle, I sprung into a dive and swam as fast as I could. Once I finished the race, I glanced around to discover that everybody else had already finished. I assured myself repeatedly that I still had the chance to make the team; however, the anticipation for the results got the better of me,