The Competiton

Yesterday my daughter and I went to watch my twin 15-year-old granddaughters participate in a cheer, dance, Pep Squad competition at O’Connor High School. I don’t know why they didn’t have it at the district field house which can hold more people, because we parents and grandparents were all crammed together on one side of the bleachers. But we were up high and had a good vantage point. Sabrina took video of the girls’ Pep Squad routine; they were very good, all the girls and one guy. I was glad to see that their costumes were appropriate and not skimpy. Nor did they dance to inappropriate music. The teams from a Catholic grammar school (a pre-k team, grades 4-6, and junior high) did some suggestive dancing and inappropriate music. Kind of ironic.

There was a lyrical dance team from Clarke High School that was really good, And another dance team from a rather poor school did a Bollywood dance that was very creative and unique. I really enjoyed those performances, as well as the girls’, very much. Sabrina had to go back later to pick them up, but bought flowers for them (two roses each, one white and one yellow). We were very proud of how well their team did. Don’t know if they won a prize, but they did a good job and we love them for what they do.

The day was also good in that Sabrina and I went to get our nails done together. Mine needed fixing desperately and we also when to Starbucks and had a vanilla chai before the competition. The girls performed one routine (a cheer routine) early in the morning (9:15) so we didn’t see that. They had been there since 7 a.m. and wouldn’t get home until 8 p.m. or so. A long day for them. But a nice day for us.

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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