Tuesday, August 7, 2012

I can cross "try out for cheerleading" off my bucket list!




Who else knew that Broward College has a pep squad? BC has tons of clubs and sports that most students don't know about because, well, most students either take online classes or don't stay on campus long enough to explore the clubs and organizations. Another key factor would be that a lot of students are full grown busy adults. Even though there are a lot of clubs for almost every interest, Pep Squad was one I vowed to try out for.

For the record, I knew the tryout was going to be a disaster.  A laughable experience, but still no way would I make the team with my routine. It had to be a minute long that was clean dancing showcasing my skills. Anyone that knows me knows my dancing skills make Carlton from Fresh Prince look like Channing Tatum in Magic Mike. Don't get me wrong, I practiced my dance routine for almost a month (with trusted friends) before trying out, and overtime it wasn't half bad. The song I chose had a simple beat, and I found easy moves on YouTube. I practiced over and over, pushing all forms of doubt out of mind.

It wasn't the first time I had tried out for cheerleading, I tried out and failed miserably in middle school, where the girls were more vicious. I didn't bother trying out in high school because at my Alma Mater (Miramar High School) the tryouts were held in front of an audience. People who paid for tickets to come and watch everyone tryout (for cheerleading, step team, dance team, majorettes etc.) in the gym after school. With the fresh memories of me failing in the 6th grade, there was no way I was going to try out again 9th grade, or anytime in high school for that matter. It felt too intimidating. Now in college, I was ready to try one more time before giving up and accepting that I wasn't meant to wear the uniform so many girls crave.

Why did I try if I knew I was going to fail? Because I've wanted to be a part of a team, that wasn't volleyball or soccer, for as long as I could remember. I know I was born with two left feet, but I had a strange feeling that I should try anyway, even if I made a fool of myself. It's always better to try and fail then to never have tried at all. It wasn't like I wasn't already a part of a team, (The Observer) my editor in chief thought my trying out would be an interesting read about my experience.

On the day of the tryout, I met with the pep squad captain and the adviser. After some encouraging words and repeating the mantra don’t be nervous! I got in position for the first few steps, and started the song--only to completely freeze in front of the people who were supposed to be judging me! I wanted to run and hide, but I knew that if I did, I'd spent all that time practicing and perfecting for nothing, and I would've wasted their time, which was unfair. Edith, the Pep Squad captain was nice enough (or took pity on me, whichever) to let me start over and get the jitters out of my system, even offering me her pom-pom to use.

(Pom-poms are so much more distracting when you're stumbling around trying to get back in the flow of things and trying hard not to pull a Carlton.)

Once the music started, I remembered the first few steps which were the equivalent to the first 15 seconds. Then it all fell apart and I remembered thinking how funny my dancing must be, and how hard the judges are trying to stifle their laughter. So for the remaining 45 seconds, my mantra changed from don’t be nervous! To don't stop moving around! I mismatched almost all of my carefully choreographed steps out of nervousness and thinking how ridiculous I must have looked, flailing around instead of being graceful and poised. It hit me mid routine that I was dancing in front of a small audience with smiles on their faces and pom-poms in hand that I realized that was all I wanted. I wanted to make people laugh, dance with pom-poms and feel comfortable with my moves. Two out of three isn't bad so when the minute was up, I couldn't help but laugh with everyone. I was just glad I tried out for this sport I clearly wasn't meant to be a part of one more time.

Surprisingly, I got a lot of props for being brave and dancing the way I did in front of complete strangers. I was essentially put on the waiting list because I could use a lot of professional practice and I guess my enthusiasm was appreciated. Edith even invited me to come and work out with the girls that made it to see if I could improve.

I never would've gotten that invite if I hadn't been so determined and shown so much enthusiasm, and I can say I tried out and made the waiting list for the lady Seahawks, a squad not many people know about, but will.

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