Little Miss Popular

When I was in the 5th grade I decided to try out to join the cheerleading squad.

I was a good dancer. 
I wouldn't say great, but good
Not good. 

The middle school I would be joining in the 6th grade had a cheerleading team that would compete with the other middle school cheerleading teams in our little city every year.

To make it on the prestigious Monarch's would be a feat. Something to be envied. 
I wanted to be envied.

It seemed as if the whole female student body of the 5th grade at Cox (yes, that was the name of my school) was auditioning. But I knew it was really only between me and one woman.
Candy Tatzinger.

<My God, I hope she never finds this website for fear of something tarnishing her pristine image!...the horror>


Candy, as we would soon find out, was the woman who would always beat me by this much in EVERYTHING I EVER competed for in the 5th grade. 
I was actually a new student to Cox <snicker> elementary school, and had  to work hard to make new friends.  Candy was little-miss-popular, with her perfect figure, perfect blond paige-boy haircut, perfect sparkling blue eyes, perfect nice personality and perfect dimpled cheeks.  I couldn’t compete with that (at least not at this stage in my life, one year later, BAM I got boobs, suck it Candy).

So there we were at the competition, me and my nemesis.  Candy of course looked the part of a cheerleader, but I had the skill set and rhythm.  Basically, I had the talent.  Competing side-by-side we went toe-to-toe and I think we both did exceptionally well, better than the rest of the female 5th grade student body.  Still, we wouldn't find out the results until the end of the school year.

There was an award ceremony at the end of the school year to recognize not only our graduation out of elementary school, but also where exceptional students were recognized in scholastic, athletic, and leadership abilities.  Apparently, Candy and I were up for the biggest award, one chosen by all the teachers, administration, and principal.  As Candy and I stood on the stage in front of the entire student body, the winner's name was read.
Guess who won?  

Candy.  But, as the principal bent down to whisper in my ear, "only by <thiiiiiiisss> much."

At that same awards ceremony we were to find out who was chosen to be on the Monarch’s cheerleading team.  There was only one spot available for an incoming 6th grader, and I knew I would get it.  I mean, I had to.  I was the talented one.  As we sat in the blazing heat of June, the Principal strode up to the microphone to read the name of the new Monarch cheerleader.  <drum roll please>

Candy. But again, as the principal bent down to whisper in my ear, "only by <thiiiiiiiiiisss> much."

Such is life, I thought.  There would be other awards.  Other competitions.  Other cheerleading squads.  I'm not bitter.  Nope.  Not one bit.