My Passion is my Distraction from Distruction

erica - USA
Entered on December 4, 2008
Age Group: 18 - 30
Themes: creativity
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I believe thata person must first know what their dream is in order to accomplish it. when i was about 8 years-old I remeber being the little girl with bad teeth, low self-esteem, few friends, and a loner. I always looked at the pretty girls with the long hair and nice clothes. I wanted to be just like them. so i then decided to join the cheerleading team. I knew that this wasnt the thng for me, but I did it anyway for all the wrong reasons. to be like someone else. I hated it so much! My coach was this strong black woman that always came into practice yelling and screaming at us. It seemed like she yelled at me alot more than the other girls. She always came into practice with rollers in her head and still had her clothes on from work. The hard work and dedication paid off and the team went on to win 7th place out of 80 squads in the National Championship in Orlando florida. My cheerleading days were soon over as i went into my 7th grade year in middle school. I then went onto high school and did not have the same attitude towards cheerleading that I had when I was a kid. I wanted to do dance, but the school had no dance team. I went to the prinicipal and stated to him that I wanted to form a team on my own, and just believe in me that this will be a success. And so it was. We won over 25 trophies at various competitions. My 10th grade year I recieved the worst phonecall of my life, My old cheerleading coach passed away of breast cancer. Her daighter told me to come over because she had something to give me. My coach left behind a letter stating that she always belived in me. She saw a bright future for me. Thats why she always seemed to be so hard on me. I never knew the affect that her death would have on me. She had her own passion which was the joy of young ladies succedding in their talents and dreams. If feel as though that she was the best thing that happened to me. Her death was the rebirth of my life. My passion which is dance distracts me from self-distruction.