These are the best days of our lives
Things are getting so crazy. I cant believe Regionals is in one week. One week! Holy shit, that came quick. I feel okay about it though.
The Livonia girls are getting there...its not perfect but its getting there. After watching the tape from last year and then the one from tonight, I feel a lot better. Not to mention Im feeling a bond between them more now than ever. It feels good. I love those little girls...I love them so much. I wish I could explain to them how much I care about them. I dont think I tell them enough. They're amazing little girls.
And Churchill...I dont even know what to say. I dont feel like I am on the same team that I have been on the past 4 years. And thats a good thing. Everything about this year is different - and its so awesome to have this experience. I dont dread going to practice, and even when I do it usually ends up being okay. Those girls make me happy. They make me laugh and I love being with them. But what is even better is that we are actually working. We're pushing ourselves. We dont have coaches who will make us do it, but we're motivating one another and we're getting there despite it. So many times we've allowed that to be our excuse, but this year we arent settling for that and it feels so good. I cant put it into words...just being a part of Churchill pom this year has been amazing, and I cant believe I only have one month left. It doesnt seem like its been 4 years. For all the times I wanted to quit, Im so glad I stuck with it - because this year really has been one of the most amazing as far as pom goes for me. I honestly love my team. No matter what happens next weekend, or at States, I am proud to be on Churchill pom this year. I cant remember the last time I could say that with sincerity. And we've worked for it. We've earned it. I cant expect people who havent been on Churchill to understand, but its not easy. And we're doing it. I feel so good about that. I could talk about it forever but I'll stop for the sake of anyone reading this. The moral of the story is basically I love our work ethic, our drive, our sense of humor, our desire. I love my team. And for once, I really honestly mean that from the bottom of my heart.
Finals are next week. Im kinda nervous, but I dunno - my concern towards school has been lacking lately. Oh well - I'll get through them. I only have 2 so I really shouldnt complain. Then on to my last semester of high school...where have the past 4 years gone?
Really though, where? I mean - pom's over in less than a month. Im trying to hold back being sad but in reality, I really am. I mean, my time is up - and Im so ready to go - but Im going to miss it so much. Being at practice every day, knowing every piece of each girl's life because we're pretty much family we're together so much. What am I going to be without that? And without Churchill? I mean, dont get me wrong - I dont define myself by that at all - but its a huge part of my life...it basically is my life. Im ready to move on, but can you ever prepare yourself to let go of so much at once? So many people who have touched my life and helped make me who I am today. So many friends, aquaintances, teachers. So many memories - both good and bad - which have all made me into who I am today. I dont really think so. I dont know. It just all seems to be happening so fast. I feel like it was just yesterday we were going crazy handing out schedules and dressing stupid for our pictures, and now we're done with one semester. I just...I dont know. Its crazy. Im so ready, so excited - but its weird. Life is changing. I am changing. I dont even know what to think about it. I guess this is what growing up is. Being scared, feeling unsure, being excited - but knowing those feelings are the way you should be feeling because life is changing whether you are ready or not. Growing up is weird...
"When exactly we go from kids to people, Im not certain. I do know that its not about turning a certain age. It happens when you're not paying attention. Without our knowledge or conset, childhood slips away into the night and our innocence escapes us. And we wake up one morning to find that we have become who we are."
The Livonia girls are getting there...its not perfect but its getting there. After watching the tape from last year and then the one from tonight, I feel a lot better. Not to mention Im feeling a bond between them more now than ever. It feels good. I love those little girls...I love them so much. I wish I could explain to them how much I care about them. I dont think I tell them enough. They're amazing little girls.
And Churchill...I dont even know what to say. I dont feel like I am on the same team that I have been on the past 4 years. And thats a good thing. Everything about this year is different - and its so awesome to have this experience. I dont dread going to practice, and even when I do it usually ends up being okay. Those girls make me happy. They make me laugh and I love being with them. But what is even better is that we are actually working. We're pushing ourselves. We dont have coaches who will make us do it, but we're motivating one another and we're getting there despite it. So many times we've allowed that to be our excuse, but this year we arent settling for that and it feels so good. I cant put it into words...just being a part of Churchill pom this year has been amazing, and I cant believe I only have one month left. It doesnt seem like its been 4 years. For all the times I wanted to quit, Im so glad I stuck with it - because this year really has been one of the most amazing as far as pom goes for me. I honestly love my team. No matter what happens next weekend, or at States, I am proud to be on Churchill pom this year. I cant remember the last time I could say that with sincerity. And we've worked for it. We've earned it. I cant expect people who havent been on Churchill to understand, but its not easy. And we're doing it. I feel so good about that. I could talk about it forever but I'll stop for the sake of anyone reading this. The moral of the story is basically I love our work ethic, our drive, our sense of humor, our desire. I love my team. And for once, I really honestly mean that from the bottom of my heart.
Finals are next week. Im kinda nervous, but I dunno - my concern towards school has been lacking lately. Oh well - I'll get through them. I only have 2 so I really shouldnt complain. Then on to my last semester of high school...where have the past 4 years gone?
Really though, where? I mean - pom's over in less than a month. Im trying to hold back being sad but in reality, I really am. I mean, my time is up - and Im so ready to go - but Im going to miss it so much. Being at practice every day, knowing every piece of each girl's life because we're pretty much family we're together so much. What am I going to be without that? And without Churchill? I mean, dont get me wrong - I dont define myself by that at all - but its a huge part of my life...it basically is my life. Im ready to move on, but can you ever prepare yourself to let go of so much at once? So many people who have touched my life and helped make me who I am today. So many friends, aquaintances, teachers. So many memories - both good and bad - which have all made me into who I am today. I dont really think so. I dont know. It just all seems to be happening so fast. I feel like it was just yesterday we were going crazy handing out schedules and dressing stupid for our pictures, and now we're done with one semester. I just...I dont know. Its crazy. Im so ready, so excited - but its weird. Life is changing. I am changing. I dont even know what to think about it. I guess this is what growing up is. Being scared, feeling unsure, being excited - but knowing those feelings are the way you should be feeling because life is changing whether you are ready or not. Growing up is weird...
"When exactly we go from kids to people, Im not certain. I do know that its not about turning a certain age. It happens when you're not paying attention. Without our knowledge or conset, childhood slips away into the night and our innocence escapes us. And we wake up one morning to find that we have become who we are."