All roads lead to Nationals

I just got back from three days of cheer camp and for the first time in my entire life... I didn't hate it. Actually, I loved it. Aside from getting up every morning at 6, I had a great time. I roomed with a freshman girl on our squad named Jaye, she is ridiculous. It was really funny being in a room with her for 3 days. She definitely offered to take a shower with me every night. (Part of my wonders if it was really a joke). I can't blame her though. But alas, it never happened. Sorry for all of you out there who got excited about the idea. Anyway, our squad won every award at camp. I know this doesn't sound like a big deal to all of you non-cheerleaders, but it is! It was amazing! The entire squad was on a high for the rest of the day. Nothing brings a squad closer together like squashing the competition. haha. (yes, I am slightly competitive... and kinda evil). The most important thing that happened at camp??? I learned how to do a full basket!!!! I am so freakin excited! Let me fill you in if you don't know what this is... or my background with this particular trick. A basket is when 3-4 guys throw me as high as they can in the air, I do some kind of trick while I am up there, and then they catch me at the bottom (most of the time). I tried to learn how to do a full basket my freshman year and apparently was taught wrong. The guy that taught me made it impossible for me to help catch myself, so I was dropped from 25 feet up to my neck (twice). After that experience I never thought I would attempt a full basket again. I mean, this is how people kill themselves, or paralyze themselves. Baskets are the leading cause of intense injury/death in cheer leading. But anyway, I went to camp and found an instructor there by the name of Steve who really knew his stuff. I was terrified to try in again, but I knew I really had no choice. It only took about 3 tries with Steve's coaching to get it perfect. It was so much easier when he taught it to me. And the best part about it all is that I am the only person on the squad right now who can do a full basket. What does that mean??? That means that I have (most likely) secured my place on the national competition team for the third year in a row! Go me! I can't wait to do baskets again. I have bruises all over the place from them, but hey, that just makes me look like a badass!

My roomate thinks I am Bitter

I am a cheerleader at my University. I hate telling people that. Mostly because as soon as I do they think one of several things:
1)I have the IQ of an eggplant.
2)I must be really happy ALL the time.
3)I must be really stuck up.
4)I must be a slut (or hopefully I am)
Truth be told none of these things are the case. Go figure. My roomate, who is a 25 year old woman named Ashley as well is in the masters program at Pitt and well, not the cheering type. When she told her family that she was living with a cheerleader their immediate reaction was "Oh, she must be really happy." My roomate in telling me this story then kind of laughed to herself and said "actually no, she is kind of hostile." I had to laugh at that. Being that we have nothing in common on the surface (name excluded) we share a similar view on life and sense of humor. During this same conversation she also informed me that one of the student teachers I had for a class last year, by the name of Tyler,asks about me every day. Awkward. Apparently he finds me to be "sassy"... (yes, that is a direct quote). Sassy huh? Go me.