Once again I have let life stop me from doing something I love, writing! More specifically getting the stories out that are in my head. They may not be amazing, but when one takes hold it is difficult to stop from taking over my thoughts. Unfortunately for me they usually arrive at the most inconvenient times.
Yesterday while cleaning a clients home a memory struck and led to a story idea. I do not have a great hold on where this one is going yet but the premise has stuck. First, the back story.
Unless you knew me in high school, you may not recognize me as the same person. I was a bit reserved, except with my inner circle. I was not loud by any means and the only class I really put myself forward in was gym. Unlike many of my peers, I did not care about my clothes often wearing sweat pants or jeans and t shirts. My hair was usually in a ponytail or braid (oh wait, that hasn’t changed!) This is me on the last day of school either freshman or sophomore year, really cant remember as my sense of style did not change much! I do remember we weren’t supposed to sit on the lab tables but for some reason our homeroom teacher never cared when I did it . .
When I was a freshman in high school, my adviser met with me to review my grades, teacher recommendations and my college goals to choose my classes for Sophomore year. Do not remember speaking much about my classes and goals though she tried really hard to recruit me as a cheerleader!
I remember her speaking several times about how my smile was infectious and I had the build and athleticism to be really good. All I kept thinking was do you even know me? I hate being the center of attention. I was in no way anything like any of the other girls on the squad. Running spring track and managing the swim team was good for me, not a lot of people came to the events and I was able to stay active. I didn’t really fit any mold or click. I was average in grades with A’s and B’s. I was not popular though I had a decent amount of friends and generally not shunned by others (never last to be picked for a team type thing). I took shop classes as my electives, more because I preferred them to the other options. Cheering me? Of course I sad no thank you and she asked me to think about it some more.
Now as an adult I wonder what if, I the misfit who didn’t fit a stereo type in high school, would be like if I said yes . . .
Eerily, the adviser was right, I would have been good. I helped a friend of mine practice/train her freshman year for tryouts and she made the JV squad. She swore she would not have without my help.
This could be a fun little story to write . . . I may need background to help though. Would any of you who have experience in the cheer world want to sit down for a cuppa and share stories to make this work?