Rowr...or not?

Wow! Tomorrow is the big day. The day of decisions. The day of answers. THE DAY OF...uncomfortable shoes and fear of tripping in front of everyone.

Nonetheless, It has been an endless experience. An endless, amazing experience.

Saturday (May 24) was the pageant sleepover. After some crafts and an intense game of charades, I fell in love with the girls I once dreaded.

They're all so full of life. Full of a zest for friendship, for new relationships.

Most of the girls are a couple of years older than I am; it is amazing how far only a couple of years go.

They have become my sisters. Ones who warn me about relationships, about finals, about doing things early.

Tonight (May 30) were the preliminary interviews. The longest and shortest three minutes of my life. It was chaos. Chaos trying to get everyone to stop after three minutes. Trying to yell over so many other girls laughing loudly with their competition.

It was like a jungle, but not so much the one with all the violence. It was loud, chaotic, but everyone belonged together. Like a family. One big, girly family.

The judges reacted with great responses and were immensely impressed with everyone.

The committee shed some tears and a great big group hug was captured by camera.

The jungle yells ended with tons of other group pictures.

After the big feast, cries for ceases, and more loud yells from this jungle, the night ended.

No rowr.

Pageant.

When I heard pageant, I automatically wanted to refuse.

I was never a pageant kind of girl. I can barely wake up in the morning and get a shower in because I'd rather sleep than look pretty, let alone handle dealing with all this other chaos.

Hair?! Makeup?! COMPETITION? No. No no no no, not for me.

But I have to admit, inside I wanted to seek the experience. I wanted to see what it would be like to be involved in a "pageant". Maybe...just maybe it will be okay?

After talking to some others, I decided I would do it.

Hoping for the best.