I am a cheerleader. Yes, one of the girls who prisses around in a short skirt, pony tail bobbing from side to side, and a grin that could not possibly get any faker. I might be recognized as a bobbsy, airhead who only responds to the commands of "Ready?" "Okay!" and my only physical coordination involves clapping my hands and stomping my feet. Since I am a cheerleader, I would obviously not be considered the …showed first 75 words of 737 total…

…showed last 75 words of 737 total…cheerleader is not easy, but the admiration from others and integrity for myself that I receive makes it worth it. To me cheerleading is a passion, to show people what I work hard at seeing the reactions and expressions on their faces makes the hours of practice, bruises and sore muscles all worthwhile. When I walk out in front of a crowd, I want to show them who I am, and what I am about.