Farewell by a Cheerleader

Two--four--six--eight, who do we appreciate! Delia, Mary, Joe, and Shirley! This tribute to the senior cheerleaders first brought the realization that "This is the last time I'll be cheering for a football game." I guess we had all thought about this being the last game, but not until now did it hit us in the face.

For us, this is the end of cheer leading and all the fun and work that go with it. There will be no more practicing, preparing for pep-rallies, decorating goal posts, and making rah-rahs for games. Most of all, no more will we tingle to the thrill of walking though the gate to the tune of the band and racing to the stands so as not to miss a single measure of the music and excitement.

We have cheered the final minutes of the game away and proceed to congratulate the boys on their splendid performances. When asked, "How do you feel now that it's all over?" the boys pretend to be indifferent, but they can't hide the tears in their eyes and the choke in their throats. Yes, this last game is hard for them to accept. Much harder than for us cheerleaders. Still we are proud to have been a part of this great team and to have cheered them through their victories. (Taken from the Maryon)