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Seventh Grade

When I first walked through the big green doors in August I expected an easier year than last year. Soon, I realized that that was not to be the case. By October, I had finally settled into a routine schedule. I had a good group of friends, a secure spot on my cheer team, and I was going to practice everyday. Besides that, I spent all other free time working on my homework. Eventually, I figured out that I had to choose a top priority and I couldn’t do everything, so cheer became that priority.

This year I have learned a lot, like being organized is necessary, and staying caught up with all work is very important. I’ve also learned a lot of important life lessons. For instance, I learned that pain is only temporary. No matter how bad you are in pain, mental or physical, it always eventually gets better. Along with this I found out that hard work is always worth it. This season in cheer, I had a broken ankle most the season that I had to ignore to be able to compete. I was in so much pain the entire time, and doing all the workouts was torture, but it was all worth it in the end. My team won southern nationals, and we went on to win The One Nationals.

If I had to do this year again, I would care less about everything and try to just enjoy the days more. I wouldn’t try as hard at everything and I would just let things happen. My advice to the incoming seventh graders is for them to know that most things they think are required for their survival aren’t; having the “in style” clothes and being up to date with everything wont matter in even two months from now.

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Trick or Treating

On Halloween in sixth grade, I went trick or treating with Madison. It was really fun. This was the second year in a row I went with her. It was like a new tradition!

First, before we went to the neighborhood for our candy, we went to 2 parties. Both the parties were in Madison’s neighborhood, hosted by friends. The parties were really fun and had lots of yummy food. I enjoyed the pumpkin cookies because I really like pumpkin flavored deserts. At the first party, there was a piñata where we collected lots of candy.

 

After we trick or treated for a while, I got super tired of my long dress and sandals so I decided to take them off. I was really smart and wore shorts and a tanktop underneath so I could take it off. For the rest of the night I ran around “dressed as myself”.

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Poem- “Deep in our Refrigerator” Jack Prelutsky

Deep in our refrigerator,
there’s a special place
for food that’s been around awhile . . .
we keep it, just in case.
“It’s probably too old to eat,”
my mother likes to say.
“But I don’t think it’s old enough
for me to throw away.”

 

It stays there for a month or more
to ripen in the cold,
and soon we notice fuzzy clumps
of multicolored mold.
The clumps are larger every day,
we notice this as well,
but mostly what we notice
is a certain special smell.

 

When finally it all becomes
a nasty mass of slime,
my mother takes it out, and says,
“Apparently, it’s time.”
She dumps it in the garbage can,
though not without regret,
then fills the space with other food
that’s not so ancient yet

 

 

This Poem by Jack Prelutsky is my favorite. Prelutsky is a well known and accomplished Children’s poet. He has many books and a book on poetry writing for kids called “Pizza, Pigs and Poetry”.  When I was in elementary school he was my favorite poet and still is. This is my favorite of his poems because he describes the molding food perfectly. I know what moldy food is like because I accidentally used to always leave my dinner plates outside when I would go out to play. Also, I can relate to my mom keeping food in the fridge for long periods of time then those being replaced by new foods. My mom never leaves the food long enough for it to mold or rot, but she leaves it in there for a long, long time.

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When night comes

When night comes things become very different.

When night comes the sky goes black and the birds settle down.

 

Night is one of my most favorite things because it’s always gorgeous. You can go outside into the breezy, blowing air and smell the season. As the night continues on you can start to hear the sounds of cicada bug. Night also makes your senses come alive, you’ll notice things like you never have before and appreciate them further.

Going out with friends at night is the best feeling, it’s wonderful to know you can share the amazingness with someone else. I love sitting on the grass and looking into the stars wondering which ones are planets. It’s nice to be able to take a break from the constant rush of life and slow down, even if it’s only a few hours.

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Being Sick

Laying around for days straight, nothing to do, in pain and being uncomfortable is one of the worst things. Sickness will come and go with everyone, It’s a terrible but common occurance.

 

Being sick is terrible because you never know when you will get better. You will lay around for days upon days groaning in pain with one thing on your mind: the fact that you are sick. As the hours pass and you aren’t getting better you even start to wonder if you will ever be well again.

 

In addition, being sick can cause you to be in more pain than just your immediate issue. It starts with the pain in your stomach from whatever virus you have. This will cause you to lay down to relive some of the pressure in your stomach, after a few long hours your entire  body starts starts to ache and nothing feels right anymore. Also, if you don’t eat or drink enough you can get massive head aches.

 

Overall, being sick is my least favorite thing ever and having to lay around and do nothing for a couple days is even worse than having  to go to school.

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Why I should be allowed to go to Cheer Worlds!

Recently the level 5 team at my gym got an invitation to travel to Disney World, Orlando, Fl to compete in the biggest competition in existence: Cheerleading Worlds! This competition is hosted by ESPN and has teams from all over the world in every country! I really want to compete at this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, where my dream could really come true.

 

I think my mom should let me go, no matter what the cost. It’s very expensive but  This competition is every all-star cheerleaders dream. I know we won’t win, we are a TINY gym competing against the biggest names in the industry, but to be able to say “I competed at worlds” would be the biggest accomplishment of my life.  Cheerleading is my everything and competing here would make my..World.

 

Another reason my mom should send me would be because I’m writing a blog post about it. If it’s important enough to share my problem with a blogging community then it’s important enough to pay for. I can imagine myself sitting backstage the bright lights shining around the globe shaped dome, the nerves of the day running through my bloodstream with a pressure in my stomach that makes me want to vomit. They will announce “Now on the stage is the TECC Hellcats from Austin, Texas” people will scream and clap and it will be my turn to show the world what I have trained for.

 

I cannot wait to go worlds – if these reasons are enough to convince her allow me to go.

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Cheer Competition Practices

As we near one of the biggest events of our long, hard season the excitement in me builds up. But so does the intensity of practice. Our once semi-laid-back practices have turned into three and a half hours of pure torture, in preparation for Cheer America Nationals.

The second the clocks strikes 7:00 all of our feet hit the blue mat and we run until we cannot even imagine what normal breathing was once like. We will then practice our routine over and over and be yelled at until everyone of us 32 athletes are doing everything in perfection With in sync timing. “Doing your best” or “Trying” aren’t options – no matter how badly you are injured or not mentally ready – perfection is the requirement.

After practice and into the next week after this competition all that will be going through my head is “5,6,7,8…” and “Get up and keep going!” The bruises, scrapes and broken bones will be worth it when we are sitting together back in Austin with our National Champion jackets on our back and smiles on our faces.

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“Tanka”, a Japanese type of poem

The cold is coming

the breeze will bring back old thoughts

of long lost faces

we happily roamed the streets

breathing the air called “midnight”

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Egg Rolls

As I enter my house through the front door I hear a familiar sound.

 

I hear the sizzle of the frying pan. And my dad clanks his wooden spoon against the pan, as he fries the new recipe for egg rolls. Trying to find a meal that fits all of my [small] family’s appetite is a challenge. Now that he has found this one we eat it constantly. When he is done frying the egg rolls we gather around our homemade table we constructed. (The smell of the fresh wood drifted off this table for months.) As my dad sets down the egg rolls we fight like cats and dogs to grab the crispest, freshest ones. We bite into the crunchy shell and the juices from the vegetables drip onto my saucy plate below. We all eat two or three rolls, then go and rinse our plates under the steaming faucet before we put them on the drying rack to air dry.

 

After we are done cleaning up we resume our normal duties until we hear the sound of honking outside, signaling time to go to cheer. I dart outside to my friends car, then I run straight back inside to grab a jacket to shield me from the cold. As we drive we open the window to feel the wind whip at our faces and to let the cold nip at the tips of our noses. Cold days like these are my favorites because they remind me of fun days and Christmas.

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These Shoes Were Made for Tumbling

These shoes, worn down through the soles, with every edge rounded into the smoothest curves.

These shoes, look dirty and old, far from the bright white when I first got them.

These shoes, have made me stand before my greatest challenges, mental and physical.

These shoes and I did not get along at the beginning, then then wove their way into my heart.

The thought of having to replace these shoes, despite our history, is concerning me and filling me with guilt.

Maybe, there isn’t another shoe quite like these shoes.

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