GO TEAM GO!

         "GO TEAM GO!" posts will be about my experiences as a cheerleader. I'm really negative towards cheer, and these are all the moments when I have to count to ten to keep from pulling out my hair, or worse, someone else's hair..


     I'm a cheerleader. I don't necessarily want to be, I just have to. I want to do drama , but I committed myself to cheer so I have to stay in it. My cheer coach HATES me. My friend Hailey and I are always laughing and goofing off. I don't deny it, but other people do it to and we get pointed out for it. For instance, there are these two girls who are always late to games, The coach just gets mad at them, nags, blah blah blah. If Hailey and I were late she would make us run 5 laps around the gym in front of all the boys. Then we'll laugh because of the situation, and since we're laughing we'll have to run 5 more. But the other girls would never have to, EVER.
     My best friend, Madison, is a captain. Let's go ahead and get this out of the way, she didn't sign up to do this. Who would? Our coach put her on the list because she thought that she would be a great leader. She really is, but the job sucks. You have to tell cheerleaders what to do, and that makes me want to vomit. She actually doesn't do much because she doesn't want to put up with all the attitudes. There are three captains. Hip hip hooray.
     In the world of cheering you have to be so careful about what you say, how you say it, when you say it, and who you say it to. I usually just don't say anything. You know how it's the cliche for the cheerleaders to be the leaders of the school, rich, snotty, and with the star quarterback as their boyfriend. HA! ...The "HA!" was towards the boyfriend part, and the rich part, and hopefully the snotty part, but mainly the boyfriend part. Of course, there are girls like that on the team, but I'm not one of them. I have no boyfriend, I'm not rich, and I definitely don't lead the school. I like reading, and writing. If some of the girls on the team tried that it wouldn't be pretty. Instead of respecting what I like to do and respecting me as a person, they make fun of me. Go ahead, do it. Of course it hurts, sticks and stones may break my bones and words will hurt the worst to me, but I get over it. It doesn't make it right, but who am I to control them?

     I guess this was just an intro post, getting you into the world of cheer. It's complicated and it sucks, but come along for the ride. It'll be interesting... Just Trust Me.