All these years I thought you had magically become a cheerleader who knew you even had to go before the judges and earn your spot on the team. With two weeks of three-hour workouts, fine-tuning every routine and conditioning myself to be fit, I was exhausted. By the time everyone was ready to try, I had already learned how to practice and get my schoolwork done on time, barely getting six hours of sleep, and of course, how to be as lively and lively as ever. In the end it was my turn to get into the gym and show the judges everything I've worked for. I had to make sure everything was perfect in such a short time. I could never believe that it took all this blood, sweat, tears, and occasionally a few rolled ankles for my six-year-old self to become a cheerleader. I had suddenly started to lose hope in cheerleading with all the pressure put on you. I was a longhorn cheerleader, so that meant I had to live up to every expectation that was expected of me. With all the pressure and stress of playing my role as the perfect cheerleader and also playing the role of a straight A student, I completely disabled my spirit and