So I did. And for the first time, I wrote “I am a cheerleader” without the but .
After class, she asked what I wanted to write my final paper on. I said I didn’t know. She said: “Write about the magic. Write about what it costs to be the one who makes everyone else feel brave.”
So when I say “but I’m a cheerleader” now, I mean something specific.
I mean: you see a skirt. I see armor.
So go ahead. Underestimate the girl with the pompoms.
Because the and is the whole point. The and is where the power lives. The and is the basket toss you stick after a hundred falls. The and is the girl who leads the chant, then leads the classroom discussion, then leads the movement to change the rules entirely.
I didn’t mention my three-inch binder of sources. Instead, I said: “But I’m a cheerleader.” but i 39-m. cheerleader
I mean: I have spent years training my body to be a megaphone. I know how to rally a crowd that is losing faith. I know that the difference between chaos and a routine is the breath between the count of seven and the count of eight. I know that spirit is not a fluffy word—it is the decision to keep your arms sharp and your voice bright when every muscle in you wants to quit.
The deeper wound, the one that took me longer to name, is that I used to say “but I’m a cheerleader” as an apology. I would be in an advanced literature seminar, and someone would mention that I cheered, and I would rush to add: “But I also read Pynchon. I’m getting a 4.0. I promise I’m not just—” And I would stop, because I didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Not just what ? Pretty? Loud? Happy? A girl who claps?
We are not a series of contradictions. We are a routine: each move flowing into the next, the high-energy chant making space for the quiet huddle, the fall making the recovery mean something. So I did
It took a philosophy professor—of all people—to cure me. We were discussing performative utterance, the idea that saying something makes it so. I raised my hand and gave an example from the football field: a cheerleader shouts “Defense!” and suddenly thirty thousand people are stomping in unison. The professor smiled and said, “That’s not performative. That’s magic.”
“Yes. And?”