Tryout day is always nerve racking. Every year I still get those nervous butterflies. As my last tryout arrives I can’t help but think of where the time has gone. I remember my first tryout as a freshman and being terrified of the experience about to happen. Sophomore year, I had the same terrified feeling as a veteran trying out for a different team, co-ed. Junior year, I wasn’t as terrified but I felt nauseous all day thinking about what new people were coming in. Senior year was by far the worst but I wasn’t terrified or nervous for myself; I was for my sister, Allison. As I mentioned a couple posts ago, my sister will be joining me here in the fall. Needless to say, I am very excited and anxious at the same time. When she told me she was trying out for cheer I couldn’t help but smile. Finally, we could possibly cheer together again like we did in high school. When her and my mom arrived Friday afternoon my stomach felt the butterflies. Friday night included a mandatory clinic for all those trying out and she would be there with me. She performed wonderfully and I couldn’t have been happier about her performance. But we still had tomorrow. Saturday was a full day of tryouts including two cuts. The morning session was for the new comers and following that would be the first cuts. Allison was trying out for both the co-ed and all girl teams that way she had a better shot at making the team. I was okay with that decision. Secretly, I wanted her to just do all girl because she is amazing at it but I’m happy she wanted to try both. As my mom and I waited all morning praying and holding each other we were happy to find out that she made the first cut. When the second session arrived I couldn’t watch her. Every time she would do a cheer or tumble or stunt I had to turn away. I think it was my nerves. I thought that if she saw me watching something would go wrong. During this whole time, my poor mother sat in the parking lot for four hours like she normally does and cried. Each year I’ve tried out she has came up to be my support system and I couldn’t thank her enough for that. After the second session had finished we rushed to grab food since we both missed lunch and waited for the numbers to be posted. When the board was turned around all I could look for was number 38. I didn’t care about number 125, my number. As long as she made it I would be happy. I scanned the all girl board and couldn’t find her number. My heart was racing. Then I looked over to the co-ed board and saw it. Number 38 was placed right next to 125. My heart dropped. Tears gathered in my eyes and I couldn’t believe it. Allison would be on the co-ed team with me for the year. Quickly, I called my mom and we both couldn’t stop crying. Allison remained her cool and mellow self and just smiled. I have never been so proud of her in my life. As I searched the rest of the boards I noticed numbers that I recognized of girls that I really enjoyed watching and now could call them teammates. I also noticed that some veteran numbers were not listed. The whole point of trying out each year is so that we get the best of the best. It is unfortunate that some members would not be making it back another year but there is reasoning behind that.
Our first team commenced where we discussed the upcoming year and summer schedule. A team picture was taken and we were officially the newest team. I can’t wait to see what this year brings and I can’t wait to watch Allison grow right in front of my eyes. I’m looking forward to getting to know my new teammates, which I will soon call friends.
Congratulations to the 2014-2015 Illinois State Cheerleaders!