11 Things Only Colorguard Girls Know

11 Things Only Colorguard Girls Know

"I don't see those teeth!!!"

Yes, that is me. Representing my high school marching band for 6 years as the color guard captain! Color guard was one of the most fun things about high school for me, and I've seen it all. From being handed the giant trophies, to a literal fist fight on the field with my best friend and sister, guard girls do it all. Here's to all the guard girls out there, and everything we endure during our seasons that make them so, so memorable.

1. Nobody notices when your good, but everybody comes after you when you're bad.

The color guard makes or breaks the show, it's just the way it is! It's like being the middle child of the band. When your run-through is clean and perfect, you've made the expectation! But when your run-through is messy and full of drops, the demise of the show and loss of competition is blamed on the guard.

2. The guard bathroom

You can fit AT LEAST 15 girls into a bathroom with space to spare, and the perfume-masked-sweat smell is definitely the worst part.

3. Two words: velvet pants.

It's like that couch that you kinda want to sit on, kinda don't want to sit on...

4. Not being part of the "actual band"

People actually had the nerve to say to me "yeah because you're in marching band! Well.. sort of.."

5. Unexplainable bruises. Everywhere.

Enough said.

6. Everyone claims that you've hit them with your flag... and it's probably true

In my high school band, it was almost like a right of passage to be hit by me.

7. Having to practice your smile

"I don't see your teeth!!" "Practice like you perform!!"

8. Spinning in the cold

"I think my finger just broke but it's too cold to tell"

9. Spinning in the rain

When the pole keeps slipping out from your hands and you're getting slapped in the face over and over again with the wet silk.

10. "Guard drama" is the worst drama

Fighting over whether the free hand should be a blade or jazz fingers, whether the sock bun should be on the left or the right, and not to mention who's dating who and who's got the juiciest gossip!

11. Being called a "flag girl"

Please, just stop yourself there.

Cover Image Credit: Becca Colehower

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20 Signs You Were A High School Cheerleader

You got really tired of hearing, "Point your toes."

Cheerleading is something you'll never forget. It takes hard work, dedication, and comes with its ups and downs. Here are some statements that every cheerleader, past and present, know to be true.

1. You always had bobby pins with you.

2. Fear shot through you if you couldn't find your spankees right away and thought you left them at home.

3. You accumulated about 90 new pairs of tennis shoes...

4. ...and about 90 new bows, bags, socks, and warm ups.

5. When you hear certain songs from old cheer dance mixes it either ruins your day or brings back happy memories.

6. And chances are, you still remember every move to those dances.

7. Sometimes you catch yourself standing with your hands on your hips.

8. You know the phrase, "One more time, ladies" all too well.

9. The hospitality rooms were always one of the biggest perks of going to tournaments (at least for me).

10. You got really tired of hearing, "Point your toes."

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11. If you left the gym at half-time to go get something, you better be back by the time the boys run back out.

12. You knew how awkward it could be on the bus rides home after the boys lost.

13. But you also knew how fun it could be if they won.

14. Figuring out line-up was extremely important – especially if one of your members was gone.

15. New uniforms were so exciting; minus the fact that they cost a fortune.

16. You know there was nothing worse than when you called out an offense cheer but halfway through, you had to switch to the defense version because someone turned over the ball.

17. You still know the school fight song by heart and every move that goes with it.

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18. UCA Cheer Camp cheers and chants still haunt you to this day.

19. You know the difference between a clasp and a clap. Yes, they're different.

20. There's always a part of you that will miss cheering and it will always have a place in your heart.

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My High School Tutor Got Me To College When I Had Cancer

There were days when we worked for four or five hours.


Four years ago, tenth grade was a hell filled with doctor appointments, chemotherapy and school (when I wasn't puking my guts up or sleeping for hours.)

Originally, you became my tutor because I couldn't stand school with my concussion, one of the worst to date. By January, my headaches became the least of my worries when I was diagnosed with cancer.

My parents, my doctors and I decided that I should continue being homebound tutored for the rest of the year. Often times when kids go through cancer treatment, their schooling is put on hold or lessened temporarily.

But I decided I'd at least try and you were along for the ride.

I did what I could when I could, whether it be taking a test in the dining room with your assistance or pouring over math with a chemo drip in my port.

Neither of us completely understood the stuff so we were learning as we went, which is harder than you think when it comes to tenth-grade work.

There were days when we worked for four or five hours because I was feeling okay. We worked through dinner and my siblings' games.

Almost every day that you came I completed some sort of work that was to be turned in as soon as possible. However, as the school year went on and I began getting more side effects, my work slowed down a little.

Not significantly, just a little. But it was enough for me to fall behind.

The work I received from my teachers slowed down to a trickle until almost nothing came through. I didn't know why because we were still doing our part.

Shortly after, I found out that my teachers had given up on me, assuming I'd just repeat the tenth grade. They clearly didn't know me.

After we had a long talk with the counselor, I was given until August to finish my school work or I'd have to repeat the grade. You showed up at my house almost every day over the summer, even though you could've been doing so many other things and we finished tenth grade.

By the end of the school year, you felt like part of the family. My family and I can't thank you enough for everything you did.

If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in my sophomore year of college pursuing a career in journalism.

If it wasn't for you, I'd have repeated tenth grade.

If it wasn't for you, the teachers would've been right in giving up on me.

If it wasn't for you, I don't know where I'd be.

Thank you so much.



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