Student Julia's Blog Edu5245

Last night it was my turn to cook dinner. I decided I would try a new chicken francese recipe I saw on  Instagram that I have never tried before. I stopped at  grocery store  on my way home from school and picked up the necessary  ingredients . I carried the groceries inside, cleaned my  produce , chopped my vegetables, and pounded my chicken cutlets until they were thin. I seasoned some sliced potatoes and drizzled them in olive oil before putting them in the oven, knowing they would take the longest to cook. Next, I put a mix of white wine, onions, and heavy cream into a frying pan. I  seared  the cutlets in this mixture until they just started to turn golden brown. Lastly, I  steamed some broccoli florets in the microwave. I put my dirty dishes in the sink to clear off some counter space in order to serve my family their dishes. My parents  raved  over the flavor of the chicken, but were not as thrilled about the mess I left near the ...

  Common and proper nouns   Throughout high school and college, I was a competitive cheerleader . Most people think that being a cheerleader means jumping up and down on the sidelines of a football field, but that is a misconception . As a competitive cheerleader, I trained for approximately  15 hours each week. This training included rigorous dance, stunting, and tumbling work, leaving my body aching after most days. Once a week I would drive out to Plainview for private tumbling lessons from a professional cheerleader named Chad . I often prioritized cheerleading over Trigonometry and Chemistry homework. I personally always felt more proud to be a Long Island Champion rather than a straight A student in Algebra 2 . The rush of landing a round-off back handspring tuck felt a lot better to me than a perfect quiz grade. Looking back, I don’t regret a single sprained ankle or broken finger, because cheerleading was always my true passion. competitive cheerleader ...