Every high school team has at least one rivalry and mine is the. The cheerleading team is an especially huge rivalry because a former coach of is now a judge for competitions. It seems every time we have competed we always got trashed on and place way lower than we should. In my senior year I finally learned a way to deal with the disappointing and reoccurring news of not getting the place we should have. After placing fifth to a bunch of worthless teams in my last competition ever all I could do was laugh. I finally realized that no matter how good our routine was we would never receive the recognition we deserved. We should just be happy knowing we had a flawless, entertaining, and difficult routine.
             It was the morning I had been waiting so long for finally after months of long practices it was the cheerleaders time to shine. We met at the high school at eight o'clock am, with our heads held high. The seniors gathered around to talk to the underclassmen about the confidence we had in them., the team captain, informed the team that this would be my final competition ever. Of course they were all confused because this was only the fall season and we still had the winter season to compete. I explained how I was going on vacation the third week in January and would be unable to attend two out of the three competitions. The team understood although they wished I was kidding. We all sat around reminiscing for awhile waiting for the bus to arrive.
             The bus arrived at nine o'clock am and that's when all the excitement and fun started., the clown of the team, brought a box of saltine crackers and dared all of us to try and eat six in one minute. Everyone took the challenge and our coach kept track of the time. After three crackers everyone except 'spit them all over the bus. 'must have practiced that for years because she ate six saltines in fifty-three seconds.
             The tears started to flow as we embarked on taking the c...