Personal Narrative: The Challenges Of Cheerleading

Cheerleading Challenges People have always told me to follow my dreams. We hear that again and again, day after day, but most people never listen. Dreams may seem so far out of reach, but if they aren’t scary, they aren’t big enough. I constantly wrote down my dreams because they were frequently changing. One dream of mine was always recurring; It was to be a cheerleader. It bothered me that Paynesville schools made the decision to cancel its cheerleading program because I knew there were a lot of girls that would thoroughly enjoy it. Being the persistent person I am, I was determined to achieve this goal and get our cheerleaders back. I spent many nights researching and trying to figure out how I could do this. The first step I took was to
Fifteen minutes finally passed, feeling like an hour. Practice then continued with the obvious stops and barely getting anything done. When my coach gave us our final dismissal, I was out of there. Sprinting to my car I broke down in tears. My sobbing was so heavy that I could not bear to drive. I sat there for several minutes trying to pull myself together, but failing, I decided to drive anyway. I found that the car is the best place to cry. I felt isolated from the whole world because no one could hear me or see me. My team had no idea what I saw or felt inside. I just could not understand why anyone would do that to themselves. What could be so bad that one would do that.
I tried to make sense of it all, but I could not. I pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive home. I called Molly, no answer. I called Emily, no answer. I called Lucas, no answer. This just made me even more mad. I just turned the radio off and cried. At this point, everything I was mad about or that was on my mind came up. I started to regret even joining cheer. I was having second thoughts about myself, my friends, and school. I wanted to quit so