the juniors blog interesting posts. esp this one tt florence copied from kelly who adapted it from char.

ok, char ain't a junior.



Things happening on the day of tramp comp

1. You wake up in the morning, (for me that's about 6.40 am), rub your eyes, and suddenly, everything comes crashing down on you - today is THE day.
2. You bathe, even in hot water you're shivering badly. Put on your "luckiest" clothes, saying a silent prayer that hopefully these clothes might give you extra luck.
3. You go to school, unable to concentrate AT ALL, only thinking about the comp and visualising your routine.
4. You leave class early, your classmates wish you good luck, and you walk out of the class thinking that you will need the luck.
5. When you reach CCAB, it's lots and lots of gel for you. Seniors use so much gel, and you feel that they might as well use UHU superglue. You change into your leotard, feeling so conscious of yourself.
6. You start looking around at the other gymmers. Especially those from Nanyang, SCGS and Whitley. You glare at them, giving them that "You-are-so-gonna-be-owned-by-me" look, hoping to frighten them a little.
7. You wait. Stone. Play. Cam-whore. Talk. Exchange souvenirs.
8. THEN. That very announcement is made. "Will RGS C DIVISION GIRLS PLEASE REPORT AT THE BENCH?? RGS C DIVISION GIRLS."
9. Your heart thumps. It throbs like crazy. Shakily, you and your teammates walk in a straight row with fake smiles plastered on your faces. The six of you walk over to that disgusting, hated table where the almost always biased judges sit, and they look up at you, smiling evilly, thinking to themselves: "Ooh. RGS huh? Well sorry but none of you are about to get an Indiv or a score about 7.20."
10. The reserve person goes back to her seat on the bench, while the first jumper goes up the tramp, sits in the centre, her whole body shaking with fear, as seen from the trampoline shaking so badly. The other four stand at the corners of the trampoline, each thinking and praying that everyone would do well.
11. The bell rings. You have been training and working hard just to hear this bell. That bell, non-gymnasts are always deceived by its appearance. A little silver thing that rings so chirpily and melodiously is actually this deadly thing waiting for you to die.
12. You stand up, your knees clicking so hard, your hairs are standing on its ends, all goosebumps coming out, and you force out a "happy" smile, posing daintily at the judges for about 2 seconds.
13. You turn the other way round and pose again, for another 2 seconds. By this time your brain has already frozen, and you are unable to think of anything else other than your immense fear.
14. You start jumping. You jump and jump and jump. This is what you have been training for, what you have shed tears and blood for. Just this measly 30 seconds. You have suffered and undergone so much just for this 30 seconds.
15. You finish your routine, an avalanche of thought come rushing down to you. Have you aced the routine? Or did you screw it? Did you remember to point toes? Did you forget to do any part of your routine?
16. You pose again, and your next teammate comes up, awaiting the same thing that you have just went through.
17. You stare at the scoreboard. You stare and stare, pray and pray, wishing so so badly that the first number would be a '7'. And hopefully the numbers after that would be BIGGG. The bigger the better.
18. The. Score. Comes. Out. You look. The reality of it just refuses to sink into your head, whether or not it is a good or lousy score. You start crying for joy or sobbing in sadness. Your gym friends and supporters cheer no matter what.
19. After the comp, this huge burden that has been weighing you down for so long finally leaves you, and you feel this sense of relief. Then it's more waiting for you.
20. While waiting, if you're in a good mood, you start cam-whoring with your friends, doing all sorts of stunts and taking photos of them. If you're feeling really depressed after that, you would just go back to where you left your bag, hug it, and just wish that you could turn back time. Everyone else would be trying to console you but it won't work.
21. The other gymnasts would be either glaring at you in jealousy or they would be smirking triumphantly.
22. It's time for the results and the prize presentation ceremony. You gather with everyone else, either smiling happily and in satisfaction OR just hanging about there, wanting to go home and cry cry cry.
23. The results are announced, you either get to go up and collect that stupid piece of metal, or you don't.
24. It's time for the "celebratory" or "victory" dinner whether or not you won anything.
25. If you and everyone else owned the comp, it would be jokes, jokes, more jokes, scandals etc etc. If not, then well, Paul, Jess and Claire would be trying to break the awkward silence and misery.
26. You go home, either proudly carrying this little trophy or just empty handed.

THE END OF THAT FATEFUL DAY.









oh yes! 2.4 is postponed for us!! - dances around-

and after wed, almost everything stressful will be over.tho it's not tt i'm stressed over gym now.

well, definitely not as much as those competing

and the ri coach showed some ppl's routines to the ri trampers. gosh.



luv ya fiona!!! Let's make donuts together soon! XD