Since I was a young girl, about 7 or 8 my main focus has always been cheerleading. My grades have always been important to my parents, they would always tell me “bad grades means no cheer.” Middle school was a piece of cake, and high school not so much. In high school, I fell in love with cheerleading. Cheer has always been the reason I tried my best in school. I did not want to risk losing what I love.

I never thought of my writing as bad, but obviously not perfect. The placement test was a reality check. Just because of the result of the placement test, my father decided it was best not to cheer this year. My heart was broken and still is. Passing the placement test this semester is a big deal. Hopefully I pass and my father agrees to let me cheer next year.