Now that I have seen some more of the site, I thought I would add some more about myself.
I did gymnastics when I was around 5-6, then I had to quit when my dad went to London for six months. I didn't get back again until I was 11, then that winter I took another break because I forgot to sign up again after Christmas. I made team (at the local YMCA) in February 2003, and competed that fall as a level four. I moved up to five and my first year was pretty tough, there's alot of new skills to learn. After most of the season some things finally clicked. I improved my tumbling massively, and I got my long hang kip. There was ONE meet left, and I was totally ready to get my score and move to level six. Unfortunately the weather got in the way and the meet was canceled.
My coach wanted me to move up too, so the deal was get my move up asap and then compete six. That fall was my freshman year in high school, and I made cheerleading (the ONLY freshman) so I could only practice once a week for about a month before my first meet. When I finally got my score (which was a 31.0 exactly; and that has another long story attached) I didn't compete six until after christmas, and then it was without bars because I still didn't have my ever evasive long hang kip. When I "got it" the first time it evaporated into outer space and it wasn't until over a year and a half later that I got it once and for all. (It was my height that was holding me back, my body position jumping to the bar made it pretty much impossible for me to make them.)
I was all set to go that next fall, my sophomore year, and things were pretty good until mid november when my coach got a new job. This was pretty much catastrophic news for my whole gym because a whole bunch of girls quit and moved to other gyms, and those of us who stayed had to deal with some traumatic changes. I had had the same coach since pre-team, and my coach has a very unique coaching style. I had the program head as a coach for a while, who I had had before on and off, so that was fine. We finally got new coaches in february and there was FOUR of them, and they all came on different days. It was crazy and ineffective. My very first day with a new coach I pulled in on my flyaway and hit my toes on the bar, something I had never even come close to doing before. To make matters worse, there were nothing but level fours there that day, and all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and cry for my coach. The summer was better though, and I have one coach, though I still talk to my old one all the time and even go to work out with her once in a while. At meets I text her my scores and I'll call her before beam and bars because she knows exactly what to say to calm my nerves because I'm a complete head case.
Last weekend at a valentines meet I finally got my move up score which mean new and scarier things. I'm excited though, I haven't gotten a new skill in a long time.
On top of all this I take all the advanced classes possible, I'm a cheerleader, I play the flute in band and pep band, and I have a job to pay for car/cheerleading/gymnastics camps and meets.
So if you ever happen to notice me on any time from 6-11 pm on a school night feel free to send me a private message and tell me to get off and do my homework. I probably have precalc/english essay/ chem homework I should be doing. I love the site though I'm not sure it's a good thing that I found it....
I did gymnastics when I was around 5-6, then I had to quit when my dad went to London for six months. I didn't get back again until I was 11, then that winter I took another break because I forgot to sign up again after Christmas. I made team (at the local YMCA) in February 2003, and competed that fall as a level four. I moved up to five and my first year was pretty tough, there's alot of new skills to learn. After most of the season some things finally clicked. I improved my tumbling massively, and I got my long hang kip. There was ONE meet left, and I was totally ready to get my score and move to level six. Unfortunately the weather got in the way and the meet was canceled.
My coach wanted me to move up too, so the deal was get my move up asap and then compete six. That fall was my freshman year in high school, and I made cheerleading (the ONLY freshman) so I could only practice once a week for about a month before my first meet. When I finally got my score (which was a 31.0 exactly; and that has another long story attached) I didn't compete six until after christmas, and then it was without bars because I still didn't have my ever evasive long hang kip. When I "got it" the first time it evaporated into outer space and it wasn't until over a year and a half later that I got it once and for all. (It was my height that was holding me back, my body position jumping to the bar made it pretty much impossible for me to make them.)
I was all set to go that next fall, my sophomore year, and things were pretty good until mid november when my coach got a new job. This was pretty much catastrophic news for my whole gym because a whole bunch of girls quit and moved to other gyms, and those of us who stayed had to deal with some traumatic changes. I had had the same coach since pre-team, and my coach has a very unique coaching style. I had the program head as a coach for a while, who I had had before on and off, so that was fine. We finally got new coaches in february and there was FOUR of them, and they all came on different days. It was crazy and ineffective. My very first day with a new coach I pulled in on my flyaway and hit my toes on the bar, something I had never even come close to doing before. To make matters worse, there were nothing but level fours there that day, and all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and cry for my coach. The summer was better though, and I have one coach, though I still talk to my old one all the time and even go to work out with her once in a while. At meets I text her my scores and I'll call her before beam and bars because she knows exactly what to say to calm my nerves because I'm a complete head case.
Last weekend at a valentines meet I finally got my move up score which mean new and scarier things. I'm excited though, I haven't gotten a new skill in a long time.
On top of all this I take all the advanced classes possible, I'm a cheerleader, I play the flute in band and pep band, and I have a job to pay for car/cheerleading/gymnastics camps and meets.
So if you ever happen to notice me on any time from 6-11 pm on a school night feel free to send me a private message and tell me to get off and do my homework. I probably have precalc/english essay/ chem homework I should be doing. I love the site though I'm not sure it's a good thing that I found it....