Cheer Results

Last Friday (Friday the 13th I might add- great!) had been hanging over my head for weeks. Cheer results. I had made it one of my goals to make the squad and the day was finally here.

I had woken up with a fluttery feeling in my stomach, stressed and nervous. I was rehearsing chants in my sleep, THAT'S how bad I wanted it. I did everything in my power to prepare that week. There was only 1 problem: my results could very possibly become political. I could only cheer for winter because I play basketball as well. And therefore whether I made it could just depend on the "luck of the draw". Every time I thought of the ominous word "try out" that day, my stomach dropped and I felt like I could puke.

3:30 finally came around and it was time to face the panel of experienced cheerleaders- yikes! The try out went by in a blur, after I couldn't really remember anything. We sat and waited for our results until 5:30. 2 hours of anticipation! The envelope was handed to me with no glimmer of anything. No hint of what was inside. We had to wait until we were off school grounds to open it.

I proceeded to the car, with shaky legs. I was beyond nervous, what do you expect? I opened up the door and saw mom and dad's happy faces, expecting me to already have a result. I began to open the envelope. Scared and close to convulsing (dramatic, I'm aware). I immediately skipped down to the bottom and saw "We understand this was a long and difficult experience." Doesn't that sound like the beginning of a let down? Well I skipped to conclusions and figured right there and then that I hadn't made it. I crumpled the paper and threw it halfway accross the car. (Dramatic, again. I know.) The tears began to flow. My dad picked up the letter in a hurry.

He read out loud: "Congratulations, you have made the winter squad!" I couldn't believe it! My response? "I did, I did?" balling into my dad's shoulder. And then the laughter came from my mom and Ty who had been watching the whole time. They thought this was the funniest thing ever. Which I guess it was. I can say I'm embarrased at how overly emotional I got. But I learned a lesson: ALWAYS READ EVERYTHING UNTIL THE END!

Now, I understand that this reaction makes me a big dork. But I think it's stories like these I'll be reminded of in 30 years and chuckle. I thank God everyday for laughter, because life would be a dull world without it. Give thanks for all those little things, for without them it just wouldn't be right.