Value Essay

Cayleigh Romanovicz

F Block, 1/8/13

People value many things in life, they can be super expensive or have no price at all. What makes something valuable is different for everybody. It could be an item or a special moment. For me value means more than just putting a smile on my face, or making me happy. That moment or item has to give me a feeling like no other.
I step out on the mat with a big smile and a cheerful personality. Peering across the mat to see where I start,  I find my spot. I wait for the first girl to start cheering and I join in. Hitting all our stunts and having a great routine we hug each other in excitement. Seeing our coach cry makes us even happier because we know we did great. Hitting the routine is such an amazing feeling. Although cheerleading can be very expensive it’s one of the things I value. This is why cheerleading is my priced  item. With cheerleading you mostly have to buy everything needed. Such as practice gear, bows, and braces for a bad knee or wrist. Also, you need to pay for the uniform, shoes, clothes at competitions, and to learn tumbling skills. Cheerleading could also be my priceless item. It could be my priceless item because competing isn’t like anything. I don’t get the adrenaline from a roller coaster like I do from competing. You go out  there and you  push yourself to do so good, you feel as if you’re the best team there is. You feel as if you did the best performance of your life. Breathing during the routine? Ha, there’s not enough time. You’re focused on your spot, or motion. After 2:30 go by not breathing, all the practice and hard work you’ve put into and hitting the routine, it feels amazing. As if you were on cloud 9.
Since cheerleading isn’t my priceless item as well as my priced, I chose my brother as my priceless item. It was October 21st, 2008 and I was at my Meme and Poppas house because my dad was at the hospital. Suddenly my dads name popped up on my phone and i opened the text as quick as possible. It said, “ Your brother has been born, tell Meme and Poppa to drive you to the hospital.” I was so anxious to get to the hospital to see him. When I was younger I always wanted a sibling and it was like a dream come true finally having one. The ride there seemed so long, but we eventually got there. Seeing him for the first time, is unexplainable. I held him for the longest time. I never wanted to let him go so he would be safe in my arms. Ever since that day we were inseparable, literally. The first year flew by, and so did the second year. My brother can manage to make me smile whenever. When i’m mad or really upset he always makes me smile. There’s just this spark about him that never goes away. We’ve had family issues with his mom, so sometimes I take her responsibilities. It makes me feel like his mom but, it makes me that much closer to him. I love the feeling I get when I pick him up at daycare and runs right  over to me and hugs me. It makes me feel like he wants to see me, and be around me. It makes me feel like i’m doing things right and he’s getting attached to me. My brother will always be something I value. All the feelings he gives me is the reason I value him.
I value both things very much but they’re completely different. I value cheerleading because it’s one a sport I love doing and two it costs a lot in the end. My brother is the other thing I value, and to point out the obvious difference between them one is a family member and the other is a sport. The similarity of both my items is I value them and they mean something to me.
Value, not everything has one. But just because something doesn’t have any value doesn’t mean someone doesn’t value that item or moment.