Fear of failure February 27, 2013 was the day of cheer tryouts. This is the day that determines if I am good enough to make the junior varsity cheer squad. I never knew one day would decide the rest of my life. If I did not make the team, I do not know what I would do with my time. I have cheered since I was a baby and loved every minute of it. All of that practicing and hard work has led me to this one day. I either make it or break it. To conquer cheer tryouts, I have to perfect my routine, and overcome my fear of failure. I woke up in sweat as I remembered that I had a nightmare about tryouts. In the nightmare, I completely forgot the dance as I stood there trying to come up with a few motions. Throughout that day at school, all I could …show more content…
This number determined if I go first, middle, or last. I crossed my fingers to get a middle number. As the woman came around, she handed me number eight. Then they called us out in groups of four. I was in group two, so I had a little more time to go over my routine. Then they called numbers five, six, seven, and eight. I walked in the hallway because only one girl can tryout at a time. I was the last one in my group to perform. As I sat in the room awaiting my turn, I could hear my heart and it sounded like it was going to beat out of my chest. My palms were wet from sweat and I started to get the yawns. I usually yawn when I get nervous or tired and these were the nervous yawns. When they called my number, I did not want to go out there. The fear of not making it scared me but then I remember what my mom had told me on the phone, “You can do anything with God on your side.” I prayed and took the stage. As I started to cheer the nerves flew away and I performed better than I had ever practiced. When I left the doors of the auditorium, I saw my proud mother there to pick me up. I told her that I did it better than I practiced and she smiled and gave me a big hug saying, “I am so proud of