I started cheering competitively in the 4th grade. I loved every minute of it. I can remember doing dance routines to this song and this song. I won the school spelling bee while wearing my cheerleading uniform. (It was game day!) I was often on top of pyramids. I remember getting dropped. A lot. We would often practice on or near the football field. We'd get in trouble for ogling the high school boys. Every year, we'd get to cheer with the 'big' cheerleaders at one of the basketball games. I can't forget about cheerleading camp. Our school hosted a camp every year. Squads came from all around to learn from the best. You may think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. We dominated for many years. Anyway, cheerleading was a huge part of my youth. Let's take a look.
I blame the hair on my mom.
Why is my scrunchie yellow instead of gold?
Why didn't someone fix the curl that was out of place?
I don't have mustard on my turtleneck. There's something on the picture.
Again, I blame the hair on my mom.
Look, it's a gold
Please ignore my buck teeth. They improve.
See? I told you my teeth improved.
This year, I did my own hair. *snap*
Wait. What's that? A unibrow! A girl can't catch a break.