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Dear diary,

The pep rally is in two days, and I can't wait to stop cheerleading. I didn't even like it that much in the beginning, I don't think, so I don't actually know why I tried so hard to get accepted. Probably some social urge.

Now, though, after being up at the top, I think I rather like being down here, at the bottom. Who needs all that height to be happy? Not me. You can't see anything with your head in the clouds, right? Down here I can see everything clearly, including the way the higher ups stumble around because they can't see their own feet.

I know that I must have been the same way, which is embarrassing, but at least I admit it to myself.

The aerial thing apparently has performances, which I'm kind of nervous about doing myself, now that I've seen one. Charles brought me as his plus one to the show, and it looks crazy. So much contortion... I'm so excited to start. I can already tell that I'll love it a lot more than I ever loved the cheerleading itself. It's not like I ever loved cheerleading at all, though, so I guess that wasn't a very good comparison.

Kimberly