the Gymnasium Blues

Went to a cheer competition with my fellow yearbookie Margie.
Needless to say Cheerleaders perform in a black hole where all hopes and dreams are lost. It didn't help that we had to wake up at 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning. The routines were actually kind of cool, minus our crosstown rivals who couldn't seem to remember the words to their cheers. Some schools were kind of uncreative (you can only rhyme it with it so many times before the audience catches on) but other teams where pretty creative. I had no idea how the whole point system worked as everyone in round one seemed to do the exact same routine but I endured. The girls pictured above do not cheer for my team but a mom with a camera asked me to take pictures for her school. Well poop for her because the gym had a candle from the middle ages lighting their gym. Also, my camera lens is broken but I don't know if I can handle parting with it for a whole week (as much as my lack of blipping begs to differ) so focusing was a challenge. And now all my pictures are extremely grainy, I'm hoping it will dissipate once the camera is fixed but I'm not holding my breath.

Well poop, poop, and poop.
Cheering, whatcha gonna do?