In the spring of my sophomore year, I tried out for the cheerleading team at my high school. If you had walked into the commons of my school on any given day that week around five, you would see what a normal high school cheer tryout practice. About twenty girls were standing around, talking, stretching, and practicing the cheers or dance or jumps that would determine who they would be in the next school year. The tryouts were on Friday, and we found out if we made the team on Saturday morning. The thing you cannot see is what is going through these girls’ heads. Some are returners: they may be nervous, but they have experience, so they are fairly sure they will make the team, as long as they don’t make some huge mistake. The rest are newbies: they are looking at this fresh-faced. All they see is the possibility of a new …show more content…
Why didn’t they want me? I had practiced, done my hair and makeup, and put my all into it. My best friend made it on. What was wrong with me? Why was I different? I was upset, of course. I cried. However, I told myself, I was only a freshman next year. I had time, and there was always next year. So I filled my life with other things. I enrolled myself in a dance class. I did it so that I could be a better cheerleader and make the team the next year. I went to Camp Firwood over the summer for the first time. I went on a mission trip with my youth group. I joined clubs that I otherwise might not have if my time had been taken up by cheer. I went to all the games and supported my friend who had made the cheer team. This pattern continued, each time the activities changing. Looking back, I grew a lot from this experience. Being able to work at Camp Firwood helped me grow in my faith, and it turns out I actually love dance, and still do it in my spare time as a form of worship. Hindsight is 20/20, but hindsight is hindsight and you can’t see it until you are standing far enough