The only thing that sucks is that we weren’t able to go to nationals. Being a part of the cheerleading squad has given me skills to open up, which is important. Cheerleading is my passion. Also cheerleading has helped and motivated me to keep up my
Althea Gibson Althea Gibson was born in South Carolina on August 25, 1927. At an early age, she developed a love of sport. Her great talent was in tennis, but in the 1940s and '50s, most tournaments were closed to African Americans. Gibson kept playing (and winning) until her skills could no longer be denied, and in 1951, she became the first African American to play at Wimbledon. Gibson won the women's singles and doubles at Wimbledon in 1957, and won the U.S. Open in 1958.
It all started when she was 16 years old and another teammates coach told her she needed to start thinking about losing weight if she wanted to run faster. Its nearly impossible to believe that an athlete of Avil’s caliber could withstand competing with a eating disorder and still become number one in their sport, but can you imagine how much greater she would have been if she had been at the top of her game. The truth is that we live in a society where female athletes are judge women on a much higher scale than males. Female athletes shouldn’t be torn down and insulted for their appearance instead they should be held up for the extraordinary feats they accomplish. Perhaps if Hollie Avil had received the appropriate praise for being the Junior World and European champion in 2007, she would have had the strength to overcome her anorexia before it resulted in stress fractures in both her shins.
This essay will explain how I will always have the passion, dedication, and talent to pursue my goals in cheerleading. First, I became interested in cheerleading because my cousin Dana worked at Pittsburgh Pride all-star cheerleading gym as a private tumbling coach. As a little kid she would always take me out to her work and let me run around and play at the gym. I would always see the cheerleaders practicing on the mats in front of me, until one day I joined the class with everyone. I loved it and wanted to come back or more.
I did not know much about the sport when I first joined the squad because it was my first year cheering, so; therefore I contributed to the team by being a new member with my own new and unique style. I learned that I enjoy cheering others on when they need it the most. Also, I learned that trying is better than not trying at all. Even though I was not the best cheerleader, at least I tried my best. I learned how to be more sociable with others and I discovered that I need to listen to other people’s opinions instead of just mine.
Lauren Vinson ENG 101 07 Mercury Reader pg.156 Amy Tan My mom wanted me to join the JROTC program, in high school when I was in the tenth grade. At the time, I didn’t want to because I was so busy focusing on school, and I had just begin to join the track team at my school, so the JROTC program was far from my mind. My mom would always keep bringing up the program for me to join because of its positive aspects. The aspects were good, but that is something that I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want my career to be based on any type of military service with me being in the JROTC program, because when you’re in the program, you can have choices to join the army or any other branch related to the military.
There is a popular television show called Toddlers and Tiaras that documents what goes on during these child beauty pageants. There was one episode where these seven year old girls had to do a very provocative dance routine at a pageant. At the beginning of the episode the pageant moms were completely against it but their daughters dance coach convinced them that they would have to do if they want to win. The girls ended up winning the pageant. These girls had on barely any clothing and a lot of makeup and they are only seven.
Love your selfie The first time I was embarrassed about my body was in the eighth grade when I was stuffing my bra because someone told me that my boobs weren’t big enough. Another time was during dance class when I had realized that I was chubbier than the rest of the girls there. Then somewhere around the summer before high school I was taught to despise myself thanks to the media and But from that I made sure that I kept myself beautiful so someone else would be able to love me, so I would be able to please someone else, so I could belong to someone else. The media teaches girls that they will never be good enough unless they have a flat stomach, long hair, tanned, clear skin, perfect teeth, perfectly manicured nails, and beautiful eyes made up perfectly. Now, I then realized that I had few of those things.
I dropped out of school when I had my first child and I didn’t get my high school diploma until I had my 3th child. I was very determined to at least get my high school diploma that was a successful day when I received my High School Diploma. My next challenge was to go to college staying focused. I’ve been part of activities and would stop right in the middle, only because either it wasn’t interesting or I would get frustrated. But I came to find out that it was not a great idea to start something and not finish, only because it would start to become a habit and your life would always be flip flop, plus it wasn’t a good example.
We had finally completed high school and were ready to move on to the next step in our life: college. The moment the head master of my school had announced us as the graduating class of 2011, we all tossed our caps into the air and we were happier than ever. As soon as we paraded out of the ceremony, sadness began to emerge. We were saddened because most of us were moving on to different colleges and we were not going to be able to enjoy each other’s company everyday like we did in high school. Although many people have told me that the best times of your life are spent in college, I knew I would still miss my friends from high school as we moved on to the next chapter in our lives.