I went to a small private school where basketball was everything. I couldn't for the life of me play basketball, so I decided to try cheerleading. We were so small we had only one squad and it was a varsity. The next year we brought up fourth graders to try it. The coach was an eighth grader's mom, so everything could be perfect for the eighth graders, but sucky for everyone else. We were split, 5th and 6th, 7th and 8th. It was the worst year of my life. There were people on the varsity that went to the coach and told her that I deserved to be on varsity instead of being miserable on JV, where I was not only on it, I was coaching too because our "coach" had no idea what she was doing. I knew from that misery that I couldn't stand to be on JV ever again. We had an allstar gym in our town that had cheap tumbling lessons, so I decided to go. They taught me how to tumble, stunt, and how to properly jump. After taking classes for a year, I got my handspring and joined the team. I started with a toe touch that resembled a spread eagle, and when I left the gym, was level. I wanted to be better. High school tryouts were coming up, I stretched while I did everything. Homework, eating, watching tv, I was stretching. By the time tryout came, I was ready. My jumps were better than they had ever been. Hyperextended! I made varsity:) If it hadn't been for that terrible coach, I wouldn't have cheered for gyms like PA Elite, Hanover Scorpions, TNT Explosion, East Coast Nitros, and the Maryland Twisters.
Basically, the point of that huge paragraph is to not let b****es get you down!