It all started a couple of years ago, when I was a freshman.
I went to see my friends on the JV cheerleading team cheer at a football game. I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they pumped up the crowd. Their pom-poms shone in the stadium lights. They moved perfectly in unison, all smiles.
The best way I could put it is that it spoke to me. I wanted to be out there with them on the sidelines.
But there was just one problem: Everyone on the team was a girl.
Would I have what it takes to be the only boy at tryouts?
It all started a few years ago, when I was a freshman.
I had friends on the JV cheerleading team. I went to see them cheer at a football game. I watched as they pumped up the crowd. Their pom-poms shone in the stadium lights. They moved perfectly in unison.
The best way I could put it is that it spoke to me. I wanted to be out there with them on the sidelines.
But there was one problem: Everyone on the team was a girl.
Would I have what it takes to be the only boy at tryouts?
It all started a couple of years ago, during my freshman year in high school.
I went to watch my friends on the JV cheerleading team cheer at a football game, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they pumped up the crowd. They moved perfectly in unison, all smiles, their pom-poms shining in the stadium lights.
The best way I can express it is that the performance spoke to me. I wanted to be out there with them on the sidelines.
But there was one potential problem: Everyone on the team was a girl.
Would I have what it takes to be the only boy at tryouts?