Sure, school is made for all levels. We have special needs classes, on-level classes, on-level, and AP classes. All levels have rigor, projects that no one wants to do, and busy homework that will be saved for the next day.
I have always been in TAG/Honors classes, just starting AP this year and have realized we are the laziest people in the entire world. AP is horrible about procrastination and I mean HORRIBLE. On facebook..of course it's 12:30 right now, I look through my friends list and most of them are AP kids. If you ever ask "hey what's up" or "hey what are you doing right now" the answer is always homework. We are so overwhelmed that we end up convincing ourselves we are doing work, but then again, nothing is getting accomplished with quickmeme.com open in the next tab and facebook open complaining to the others about the bio lab or the lang test.
Thinking of topics to write about on the top of my head has always been such a struggle. As soon as I start to struggle? I reward myself with a facebook break...which will last for such a long time. But anyway this blog assignment should be good for me. I need to get better with procrastination. This is such a giveaway grade, but of course I did two posts Sunday...even procrastinating the last few hours of the night before it turns Monday..which it already has...but pretty much what is on my mind is that instead of having these hours filled with crimes, it's just the AP kids who are in their comfort zones hanging out and convincing themselves that they are working.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
1. Best experience of my life..do I regret it?
Even I cannot tell if I regret cheerleading or not. It was an obsession. It consumed my mind. It taught me how far I could push my body with the asthma attacks, sprains, pain, splits, and sore muscles. It taught me that anything is possible. The videos of people doing flips or the people at the gym pulling the crazy stunts are not impossible. My coaches taught me that very quickly with help, it's honestly not that hard.
Once I started getting into it, I was absolutely obsessed. I would go tumbling camps my coach held for four hours every day for a week at a time. It was absolute heaven to me. I would wake up too sore to move, but enjoy every second of it. The adrenaline rush of knowing that I pushed so hard and learned a new skill was euphoric and I knew that no other sport could fufill this sensation.
Learning how to do too much too fast ended up screwing me over. I always had some kind of injury. My sprained ankle lasted for 8 months because I kept practicing even though it was painful. I was practicing but not progressing. Right after my ankle healed and I got all my tumbling where it should have been, my back started hurting..but a lot. It got to the point where one handspring would be so painful that there would be no power left to do anything out of it which would result in me falling on my face..literally.
I was finally confronted by my parents that after a year of cheering with my back hurting and no signs of improvement that my career was over. This was before high school even. It bothers me so much to this day wondering what I could have accomplished with these three years plus the time I spent injured and not working on new skills. My workouts are all trampoline to reinforce what I already know and the skills I taught myself with the drive of my obsession. This sport was absolutely my life and helped me define myself but I can never help but wonder what it would be like if I never touched it and found a sport that is less adrenaline-based that could have satisfied me the same way.
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