My 15 year high school reunion should have been this summer. But it's now August and while nothing formal is obviously going to happen, nothing informal seems to be happening either. It's fine. I helped plan the 10 year reunion and it was fun, but it was a lot of work. So waiting till 20 is fine with me.
I have plenty of embarassing moments to choose from (and some even better ones from junior high) here's one of my many emabarassing high school moments.
My freshman year of high school I tried out for cheerleading. You had to rank your squad/sport preferences on the tryout form. I listed football, basketball, and wrestling (yes, they had cheerleaders for that) in that order. I knew I wouldn't make basketball cheer squad, hoped for football, and figured if all else failed and I made the wrestling squad, at least I'd get a varsity letter out of it. Well, I made the wrestling cheer squad. (No, that's not the embarassing part. I'm getting there.)
There were six of us on the squad of various ages. It was a fun group and we came up with some great cheers. The guys on the team were really fun and the coaches seemed to like us. I was just thrilled that I made a squad.
Those of you who have been cheerleaders know that underneath those adorable pleated skirts (at the time, we still wore pleated skirts) you had to wear bloomers... solid colored underwear that covered your buns. While cheering, the bloomers had a tendency to ride up. When this would happen, we'd sneak under the bleacher, give the bloomers a quick, gravity-defying tug, and then pop back out. The crowd never paid attention to us anyway, so it didn't matter if 1/6 of the squad disappeared for a minute.
Two of my friends (who will remain anonymous to protect myself, as I have recently reconnected with some high school friends) came to watch one of the meets and see me cheer one Saturday morning. I was having bloomer issues, so I snuck under the bleachers, flipped up the back of my skirt, and gave them a quick tug. I walked back out... only to be followed by one of the most popular athletes in the school, who was cracking up. I was mortified, and finished the rest of the meet with a face that was redder than the opposing teams' singlets. I dug out a wedgie in front of one of the most popular guys in school. Thank goodness he probably had no clue who I was.
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