- Apr 14, 2017
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As an athlete or coach: what was your worst year?
Mine was my freshman year on JV and it was due to bullying. I’ve mentioned before how my HS cheer program was initially run like a sorority by the director. No strategy, no nothing... just a reason for the director’s friend’s daughters to wear skirts in front of boys. And then me, the one rando who was begrudgingly put on the team because my tuck wouldn’t allow me to be cut without the director looking stupid.
So the cliquey attitude embraced by the director trickled down to my teammates who decided that they were going to completely ignore me. And I was so riddled with insecurity that I’d assumed I’d done something wrong, but I was so quiet and afraid of offending them that I literally didn’t do anything so I could not think of what that was. It really messed with me until I learned halfway through the year that they were as terrible to each other as they were to me, despite pretending to be BFF’s. That’s when I realized they were just terrible people who were incapable of being a team. Like they literally couldn’t put a half up for lack of communication and trust. As a result, the director was fired, the new director cut my awful teammates who couldn’t even get through a tryout without bullying, and we went from a program that made up technique OTF to winning Nationals in a few years.
They were some of my best cheer years, but I do not miss those girls turning their backs and loudly whispering when I walked into practice afternoon. It’s only a palatable memory now because things turned out great, but eeesh... girls can be terrible.
Mine was my freshman year on JV and it was due to bullying. I’ve mentioned before how my HS cheer program was initially run like a sorority by the director. No strategy, no nothing... just a reason for the director’s friend’s daughters to wear skirts in front of boys. And then me, the one rando who was begrudgingly put on the team because my tuck wouldn’t allow me to be cut without the director looking stupid.
So the cliquey attitude embraced by the director trickled down to my teammates who decided that they were going to completely ignore me. And I was so riddled with insecurity that I’d assumed I’d done something wrong, but I was so quiet and afraid of offending them that I literally didn’t do anything so I could not think of what that was. It really messed with me until I learned halfway through the year that they were as terrible to each other as they were to me, despite pretending to be BFF’s. That’s when I realized they were just terrible people who were incapable of being a team. Like they literally couldn’t put a half up for lack of communication and trust. As a result, the director was fired, the new director cut my awful teammates who couldn’t even get through a tryout without bullying, and we went from a program that made up technique OTF to winning Nationals in a few years.
They were some of my best cheer years, but I do not miss those girls turning their backs and loudly whispering when I walked into practice afternoon. It’s only a palatable memory now because things turned out great, but eeesh... girls can be terrible.