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I wake up to Lane shaking me. I catch my breath at first but then realize that I'm back in the real world. "We're here," she says. I sit up and stretch. My back is sore below my right shoulder blade. I notice the corner of my band binder was jabbing into it. I gaze out that window. The school that we're trying out at looks fairly big. Bigger than ours, at least. All of us unload our instruments and go inside to the cafeteria, claiming a table near the doors. We find our tryout rooms and eventually get our cards. We sit around until the music is posted and then go to practice it. Lane, Isaiah, and I all sit at our table for a few hours. I was assigned number 117, so we're going to be here a while. Around the 80s, I head down to the
I envision high school as an essential stepping stone for everyone. The era where every individual lacks the complete confidence in defining who they are or what they want to be. The four years of high school was the moment and opportunity to seek the interests that stood out to me the most. The experiences you make and the people you associate with are a crucial part of finding yourself.
*Dinnng* Dinng* the school bell has just gone off meaning that I have 7 classes until volleyball tryouts. This is the most nerve racking thing I have experienced. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it was going to beat out of my chest. My stomach felt queasy. My whole mood was changed from my normal more confident self to someone that I was very unfamiliar with. During first period was presentations which were also adding to my nervousness, I had my head down most of the time speaking softly. This was somewhat embarrassing but I did whatever I could to not faint up there. Once the presentation was over, it seemed like all the other classes were a breeze and they just flew by, but I knew what was soon to come after school...2nd
It was the most competitive three days of my life, basketball tryouts. This is the first time my friends and I were trying out for a school team, we were all hyped for basketball season. I entered the tryout excited and consequently energetic. Adrenaline was pulsing through all the players bodies, there were 6 foot tall 8th graders with years of experience competing against 6th graders who have never touched a basketball before for the same spots. I was in between, I was a 6th grader that had experience along with some skill. That was also my downfall, I went in overconfident and consequently cocky. I wasn’t planning on getting cut, I walked into the tryout overwrought, nothing could stop me from being on the team.
Parents and friends head out of the school in search of a close meal while dance teams and coaches head downstairs to the cafeteria. Located next to the boy’s locker room the small lunch room is at the bottom of two flights of stairs. Red pillars support the low ceiling and round tables are quickly claimed by each team. The dancers take the lunch break to relax for a short time between dance categories. Coaches lay out sandwich fixings for their team and the teams grab paper plates and napkins to place their lunches on. When the teams are finished with their lunches they all head back to their assigned rooms to prepare for the second half of the
Athletics has made a difference in my life through its redefining of the word “success.” Before I got involved with track and cross country, success was measured by goals I set and achieved for myself that made me happy. Since then, I have realized that success is much more gratifying when it is dependent on making those around me proud. In track, success is when I have trained hard enough so that I am able to help my relay team win a race or break the school record. In cross country, success is when I have built up enough endurance to contribute to the team score and help my team move on to the state meet. This mentality has translated to my daily life, as I am constantly working hard to please those around me. At school, I always do my homework and get good grades so that my teachers do not have to focus extra energy on getting me to do my work. At work, I strive to go above and beyond my typical duties so that I can lessen the responsibilities of my co-workers. At home, I help out with chores without being asked so that my parents can have one less thing
“If at first you don’t succeed try , try again.” At the age of six I was starting to play football. The game was a hard hitting running and commitment. I was six years old at the time now I’m fourteen a freshman in high school a lot has changed.
As the doors swung open to the NRG building and the cool air rushed to my face I knew today was going to be a good day. At the age of eleven I was introduced to one of the best things that has ever happened to me, Allstar cheerleading. Walking into the cheer competitions and having the smell of old sweat and dirty socks fill your nostrils isn’t what someone would necessarily describe as a good smell. We walk through the arena the burnt hair mixed with every cheerleaders favorite type of hairspray hitting you in the face, but smiling at everyone you see because you know that they are feeling the same nervous butterflies as you. There was always something about the smell of burnt nachos and over priced smoothies that brought me back to competition
We began the first round at 8:30pm and made our way through Curry, Harris, Miller, Nelson, Panofsky, Young, and Brill hall. We traveled through the “pods” on one floor, to buildings with four floors. As we maneuvered our ways through the floors, Cheryl and Mitchel explained to me the
That sunny, blue skied day started like any other. Waking up to go to school, pondering if I should stay in bed or get up, I chose to wake up. I went to school and nothing big happened, I had a project that was assigned to me but I did not want to start on it. Then, as the bell right for most kids to go home, I stay after to go do the one thing I love - Track and Field. I have ran Track and Field for four years before interring my junior year of high school, and this year I was told I was not going to be doing my main event because of a freshman who is running it; I was upset.
You wake, lying in mud, chained to a wall like a dog on a lead. You
You bolt upright in your bed and scream. As you calm down, you realize that it was only a nightmare.
Have you ever left the country? Better question, have you ever left the country without your parents at the age of sixteen? Back in high school my drill team was invited to a competition on a cruise to Cozumel Mexico that was an experience I’ll never forget.
Once I get warmed up the coach calls us to the circle at halfcourt. “Alright this is tryouts if you don’t make the team i’m sorry, so let’s have a standard tryout and play” he boomed.
A jolt of energy rushed through my body and hit my heart when they call me up to get the team trophy. Not fourth, third, or second, but first place for the third year in a row. Being a captain of a team is an amazing experience. You get to see your team physically, mentally, and emotionally prepare for competition. It's a lot of hard work, but if you try your hardest, make all the practices and have a passion for cheerleading its worth it. Every year we take a few weeks to build a competition routine, the out come is incredible, but the celebration is the best part.
Six long hours after departing Hotchkiss, we finally reached our destination. We pulled into the parking lot of the Super 8 just off Interstate 76 in Sterling, Colorado. Since I had been to this hotel on a previous trip to Sterling, I began wishing I had brought my swimsuit along. Mom and dad went inside and got the keys for room 129. I was so sick of riding in the car that I did not care what the room looked like as long as there was a bed for me to sleep on. As we entered the room, on the left there was the bathroom sink, a mirror, and a place to hang our "good" clothes. To the right, was the miniature bathroom. There was not enough space in there for a midget. Stepping out of the entranceway, there was a wooden dresser with a 27-inch television. By the large window, there was a small table. Two queen size beds sat on either side of the nightstand. The purple patterned quilts were quite shocking compared to everything else in the room.