From the Sideline, All the World's a Stage
It was the largest gymnasium I had ever been in. It was June 2000 and I was about to try-out for my high school's cheerleading squad. Still in the eighth grade, I had no idea what a cheerleading squad was about, nor the dedication that was required to be a part of this team. I was taking a chance, rebelling against what was expected of me. I was never the type to wear a skirt, much less become a cheerleader. I never expected to develop a genuine passion for the art of cheerleading. …
