The captain of the cheerleading squad told me last night that there are a lot of really small flyers (see this post for an explanation of the positions on the squad) trying outenough to give us more flyers than bases next seasonand that I’m therefore not going to be a flyer.
And they’re eliminating the position of mid base flyer.
Which means I’m going to be a base. And a more or less useless base, since I’m too small to throw anybody up in the air.
After having felt how glorious it is to fly, even in my limited capacity as mid base flyer, I’m now going to be permanently earthbound.
I don’t know that I can bear it.
I have at least a passing familiarity with eight languages, and I don’t know a word in any of them that describes how bad I feel.