My Final Banquet It was my final moments as a Chelsea High School cheerleader. My final banquet had quickly approached. It was then that I realized I was not ready for the season to be over. I stood in front of my friends, fellow cheerleaders, and their families as they watched and waited for me to recite my last words as the season came to an end. It took hours for me to write about what my teammates and my coaches meant to me. I did not want to sound too nostalgic since I’m not the emotional type, but I also did not want to come across as indifferent. It was a difficult task but I knew I could accomplish it. A week before the banquet, the senior cheerleaders were given the task to write speeches about our coaches and our teammates. Seeing my parents in the crowd has always been very soothing, especially in stressful situations such as this. My parents and I have always been outwardly enthusiastic with each other, no matter where we are. Whether at a football game while I cheer on the sidelines or at a banquet where I receive an award, every time they catch my eye, they throw their hands up in the air and begin to wave frantically until I wave back. There were only two girls left in front of me. One stuttered as she tried to finish her speech, and the other swayed back and forth unable to keep still. It was at that time that I looked into the crowd and just as I had anticipated, I spotted my parents. As expected, they waved their arms wildly to catch my attention. I smiled and waved back, though my wave was much smaller than theirs as I was doing my best not to draw attention to myself. For a moment, I was at ease because of their presence. But just as the girl in front of me stepped forward to take her place behind the microphone, my heart undeniably started to race once Each speech was written as we strived to choose the right words that would have exactly the right impact on the crowd. I became more anxious as I tried to prepare myself to give my last speech. I cleared my throat and I was suddenly the first one in line. I stepped up to the microphone and began flipping through a pile of loose papers searching for the speech I had written, analyzed, read, and re-read. Just as quickly, I came across a paper with my name written across the top. I took a deep breath and began to read it aloud. My nerves were a little more at ease as I read through the text I had written. I spoke naturally and fluently just as the day before when I practiced. I took time to look into the crowd. As I scanned the crowd I spotted my parents once again, and just like before they began to excitedly
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.
As Paige and I walked across the field towards our team I felt euphoric. Four long years of work, sweat, and dedication had led up to this night. It was the perfect end to my senior year of softball. The scoreboard just beyond the mass of sweaty, screaming softball players read 15-0. This was the final score of the district championship game, a game my team had never won before. The applause and cheers of the fans echoed in my ears for hours afterward
We were going to win the game. That was the end of it. I knew it. We were the winners of that game. I stood up and yelled in a voice that even frightened me. I didn’t scream about moving our feet, or calling the ball, I screamed about how big of winners we were. I was done with moping. For seven minutes of my life, I had forgotten that I could do anything I set my mind to, and I had given up. The worst seven minutes of my volleyball career were those seven minutes in the third game of the final match at Brighton Volleyball Tournament. I had put my determination down to wallow in my disappointment. Disappointment needs to build determination. I had decided a long time ago that there were certain things in life that I could do better than other people. Those were my gifts. I use my gifts to my full potential.
The entire week was memorable but the last night we had for All-State was the most memorable to me. It was a Friday night in the big city of Tulsa, Oklahoma, when the stadium lights were shining down on Tulsa Union’s football field. The football players, trainers, and cheerleaders were at the stadium before anyone else. As I began to walk on the football field with my black Muller trainer bag around my body like a purse, I realized not everyone has had a chance like this. I was very proud to be able to stand on that field with other athletes from different high schools that were very vigorous in football. Before the game started, the west side trainers filled up the water and Gatorade coolers. Then we began preparing the football players by taping their ankles and wrists. The crowd started showing up in the stands and eventually we got introduced before the game started. By the end of the game there were no injuries in the game and the west side I had lost. When the trainers started packing the equipment we used during the game, there was an injury in the stands. The lady had broken her
Diagnosed with cancer and given just months to live, Randy Pausch decided to give a last lecture. Randy felt this was important so that he may give a sort of goodbye to those who he cared about, share advice and life-experiences that he felt were important, and most importantly for his kids, whom would never really get to know him because of their age. This book is a collection of stories and general life advice that Randy felt was important to share before moving on.
Last year in January, my school cheer team and I accomplished a huge goal. We won nationals. The Owasso team was expected to win this competition, but it was still very difficult to achieve. The competition is held in Dallas, Texas, where thousands of cheerleaders compete to accomplish a once in a lifetime goal. My team only went up against one other team, but still won. The other team was not much better than the Owasso cheerleaders, which does not mean that it was easy. Winning with my dream team gave me an indescribable feeling inside. It was absolutely unreal. We came back home with our winning title ready to begin a new season. Knowing that every other team from all around the state was gunning for us, we were hungry for another win. Another
Though I am not the most outspoken person, I fully understand the responsibility one has to his team and the uplifting impact that setting an example and encouraging those around someone can have. Often I find myself happy to sacrifice my own free time and personal desires for the benefit of the team, and see this as one of the most important components of being a leader. During the summer, I start my morning at 7AM for cross country practice, and then head straight to work until 4:30PM everyday. Though this may not be as obvious a leadership role as being captain of the cheerleading squad, it is just one of the many examples that reflect my commitment to my team and my personal goals. I have confidence in the fact that, along with my positive attitude, I have inspired many of my teammates to push themselves to be the best person they possibly can as a result of my open
My unforgettable senior football season was coming to a close. The whole team knew that this was the last game of football we would ever play together. After this game, it would never be the same. I had been waiting my whole life to experience what I was about to face in the next few hours.
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
This season was only the second year that I had been in marching band, even though we did do parades in middle school. The year before, I was selected to be drum major of the upcoming marching season. I was excited to meet the challenge of getting back to the state championships. It was also nerve-racking because I felt if we didn't make it to state, it would be my fault. To be truthful, later on I experienced both sentiments from some of the most influential, heart-warming, absolutely awesome friends that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. This would be the year that our band would adopt its slogan, its mission statement: Band #1.
1. For this Civic Engagement Speech Analysis, I will analyze my experience at the “Battling Speech Anxiety with the 3 Ps: Preparation, Practice, Performance.” The purpose of this speech is to demonstrate three practical ways to help people overcome their fear of public speaking. It was delivered to the audience by extemporaneous style. The workshop occurred in a classroom setting. There were snacks and drinks provided for everyone. The audience and the speakers were all college students. It was not a formal presentation where we should be quite the whole time. It was more relaxed; everybody had a chance to raise their voice to participate for better results. One activity of the workshop is to present an outline
It was two days until the first game of my last high school football season. My team and I were going to play Bayfield, a battle we had persistently prepared for since the last game of our junior year. The sun was beating on my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Friday.
In life, everyone has the chance to witness their love blossom towards someone or something, in my case that was volleyball. The way it makes me feel when I win a game, the sorrow I feel when we lose, it’s what I live for. The emotion is pulls out of me. I wouldn’t be the good volleyball play I am without my coaches and family encouraging me not to stop, and push through the injuries and pains of being sore all the time. I especially want to write about a story I had this year, and my coach who pushed me to work harder than I ever have.
That was the day of our first speech. Public speaking has been know from anxiety producing abilities, and on that day, it hit me like a tsunami . As I began, I soon found myself frozen. I even tried to end it early to try to save myself some humility, completely forgetting that I was required to stay up here for at least 1:30 seconds. As I tried to escape Ms. Watkins lassoed me back like I was a newborn Calf . On that, my anxiety got the best of
I had a lot of information on my mind, but the tension obstructed the flow of my words. Therefore I could not speak continuously, and accurately to the point. The fact that English is not my native language might have also been a reason for this. Therefore I was not satisfied with my performance.