valid to the ones who have been injured, had long hard practices, and put their heart and soul into this sport we call cheerleading. In my golden days cheerleading consumed my life. From the time I woke up, to the time I went to bed all I was thinking about was, “when do we have practice?”, “Can I remember this routine?”, and “How am I going to make myself the best I can be?”. I do not see how people can argue that this is not a sport and say that we are not athletes like every other football player
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Rose or I that found somebody that believe in you and help you overcome your obstacles in school. Mr. Wenderoof, I met him during my last year of High School, in my economic class. Even though I only have him for half of the semester, but it was the most meaningful and unforgettable semester that I had for my last year at Eagle Rock High School. When I first walked into my economic class, a boring atmosphere didn't make me feel welcome to the class. But when Mr. Wenderoof walked into the class, everything
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Education Pre-School My clothes didn’t match. I did not care. I was four, too young to know. It was the first day of Pre-school, my stomach was filled with mixed emotions. It was a warm Monday morning. I was in the car with my mom on my way to start my first day of school. The car ride was bumpy. Before I looked up, the car stopped. There it was. Pre-school, never thought this day would come. As we opened the door to the classroom, I started to throw a fit. Throwing my cheerios everywhere, screaming
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Everyday the name of the college still prances around in my mind like a rabbit. The thought of going to one of the highest ranked school in the nation always excites me. My parents would be so proud of me. Pursuing my dream and becoming an astronomer -- or even better, an astronaut--is the best thing I could ever achieve for myself. It can only happen, however, if you have near perfect grades, and that’s exactly what I’m shooting for. Though in my younger years, I could care less about school. As a young
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My First Crush Moya Morgan ENG 121 Lesa Hadley April 25, 2016 My First Crush Once, I saw this amazingly handsome guy at Eisenhower High School in my physical education class during my sophomore year. I did not know Miguel's name, and I was too shy to walk up to him and introduce myself. Over time, after noticing him in class and around campus, I got to witnessed more of his beauty, attributes, and how romantic he can be. It was my junior year when my
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the one day of the year that will always leave a heavy burden on my heart. This is the day that my classmate, Jackson Forrest Ramsey took his life. I remember the events that took place that Saturday like it was yesterday. I woke up, ate breakfast, and of course logged onto Facebook to see what everyone’s plans were for the day. As I started scrolling through my news feed, I began seeing status’ saying things such as “Oh my god..” and “Please wake me up from this nightmare” and just then, my phone
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it’s side and I’m dangling from my seatbelt in pure shock. I look over and see my mother’s leg stuck under the car bleeding a river. I scream her name, as loud as I can and wait for a response but don’t receive one. It was a warm Sunday in late July. I was up in my room reading and hear my mom call my brother and I downstairs, “Claire, Jack we have guests come downstairs to the living room.” I hurry downstairs to see who’s here but when I reach the living room, I see my mom’s boyfriend Mike and his
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My First True Love As a kid, I often wondered what the people I saw around me feared the most, was it a grand scale catastrophe like a war or an attack from a terrorist? Or was it more personal like the death of someone close to them? I never answered my questions but I was convinced that whatever it was, it must have been significant to each and every one of them. Who knows? Maybe we all fear the same thing! At the age of 6, what I taught I feared most was losing my dog Zulu. To my dissatisfaction
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morning of my big meet had me feeling excited and full energy. Just kidding, the feeling was more like a that of a zombie. I put my uniform on in a trance and threw my hair up without a care about how it looked. I grabbed my bag, jumped in the car, and fell right back asleep for about forty-five minutes on the way to University City High School. Once in the parking lot, my heart rate jumped as butterflies beat their wings against the inside of my stomach. Nerves were already setting in. My family and
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