I just realized that I started this post exactly one month ago today. If I can’t complete a post in a month’s time, I have some serious issues.
This was the post to summarize my grand and glorious time as chaperone to the national high school competition. And just let me say…it was, indeed, a grand and glorious time. It was also a gut-wrenching, terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad time. Only briefly, granted. But those two hours or so of horror were enough to generate a text to my mom that said “I hate this. I will never come again” (I changed my tune later and am now trying to ferret out a way to go again next year. Despite the fact that we are throwing braces onto the younger one’s teeth, thereby limiting my disposable income).
Shall I start at the beginning? The flight was great. Sure, we had to get there before normal people have entered REM and college students have even gone to bed…BUT (to me anyway), the early start and noon arrival in Florida was much preferable to some of the other teams that traveled for 12+ hours that day on crowded flights and long layovers. Travel documents also freak me out a little bit. I’m pretty OCD when it comes to certain things and re-checking plane tickets/passports/arrival and departure times/etc. is one of those certain things. For this trip, not only was I responsible for my own plane ticket (to AND from Florida…already printed and distributed), but I was given food vouchers for four meals and bus transfer passes. For myself AND FIVE OTHER PEOPLE. Oh my goodness. Y’all can’t even begin to understand how many times I counted to six that morning. Anywho. We made it. I didn’t lose anything at all. And, as I mentioned, we arrived and missed a lot of the crowds. We were able to check-in easily and (in very un-Disney fashion), we were able to GET in to our rooms early (and don’t get me wrong…I heart Disney more than the average adult. That being said, we almost always arrive early when we go as a family and I can’t remember a single time that they were able to get us in the room before 3:00 p.m.). With a few thousand cheerleaders, coaches, chaperones, and parents incoming, I think that’s pretty impressive. By the way…all this traveling and grabbing luggage and getting settled and blah, blah, blah showed me very quickly that I had the best chaperone group on the trip. Six seriously awesome, responsible, respectful, silly, fun-loving young ladies. I still miss hearing them giggle amongst each other as we walked through the parks with their inside jokes (one of which I *think* I deciphered by the end of the trip to mean that the person walking our way was wearing something hideously inappropriate…and they were generally correct).
But I digress. That was Day 1. Day 2 was also pretty care-free and easy. The girls had some practice in the morning. Then we went to Epcot, which is my all-time, absolutely favorite park. It is also where this picture was taken with my three-year-old, dusty, slow cell phone. But I still caught it. Score. I realized much later on that by indulging the girls in “let’s jump off this 2.5′ cement wall onto the cement ground below” fun and games was probably not wise on the eve of their national competition. Luckily, I did not make the mistake of showing it to their coach. Next time, I will save the potentially bone-breaking photo ops for the days after we compete.
None of this sounds very horrific, does it? Day 3 is where I about lost my lunch. That’s not entirely accurate. I felt so bad for the girls that I couldn’t eat lunch. Yes, I’ll go back. It was prelims day. Hooray. There was something like 49 groups in their category. Lots of great schools from all over. They had to score pretty high in order to make it through to the next round. Our JV team did a great job. Phew. They’re through to the finals. And then came Varsity’s turn. You know how you can do something right 999,999 times and then the millionth time you do it, everything that possibly could go wrong does? Like things that have never gone wrong are wrong? And things that always go wrong are wrong? And everything in between was wrong? Yeah. That pretty much sums up how the preliminary run went. And if I, the least cheer-knowledgable human being except for that infant two aisles over from me knew that there was a problem, there was a problem. For two hours, everybody waited for the inevitable news that the V team would not be moving on. That was miserable, no lie. You cannot blow sunshine up the (cheer)skirt of a teenager. They know everything, anyway. And as a parent who likes to go make things right? Torture. There was nothing I could do. None of the competitions or exhibitions or show-offs I had attended in the last two years prepared me for the heart-break these girls were feeling at their final, ultimate competition of the year. And for some of them, for good. So I floundered in my inability to go over and hug them all as they cried. I did, however, pray for a miracle. And those were my words: “Lord, we need a miracle” that I spoke ten seconds before they announced that against all odds, our team made it through to semi-finals. Oh my goodness. I do not confess to know how scoring goes. Something about potential and skill level and ability and blah, blah, blah. THEY MADE IT THROUGH.
The rest of the trip could only be better. And it was. The Varsity girls made it through semis and into finals. They placed 12th in the nation. JV placed 2nd. It was an exciting time and one of the only times in my life that I could seriously apply that overly-used term “emotional rollercoaster” to the actual range of emotions I felt. My awesome group continued to be awesome. The other chaperones were awesome, and despite those stereotypical movies and TV shows that you see out there, I experienced exactly zero level of drama from any front. It was a fun, hard trip and I will absolutely do it again.
That doesn’t mean that there weren’t things that will make you giggle about this trip. I am just tired of typing and I’m sure you’re tired of reading, so I shall save them for the next post, wherein I’ll tell you all about the non-cheer family family cheer, the land mine of seat-saving, Disney princesses, random room checks, and more.
Tomorrow I will be out buying a pair of black soffee shorts and a white t-shirt, which can only mean one thing: it’s try-out week.
Current mood: relieved that I finally finished this post