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You know your a twirler when....... Sent in by Aimee Wiggin
The furniture in your room is arranged to create the largest open space possible in order to practice.
You critique the technique of twirlers and dancers that you see on TV.
Even if you are terrible at maths, counting to eight is no problem for you.
You have an entire closet filled with old costumes and practice clothes.
If seated, you cannot listen to music without mentally choreographing a routine in your head.
You can apply full make-up in 5 minutes (Bonus points if you can do it in a moving car.)
Hallways are always a place to practice leaps.
You own more leotards than formal gowns.
You can fix anything with safety pins.
Costume catalogs are captivating reading material.
Seeing someone do splits does not send you into shock.
S t r e t c h i n g is not just something you do for a few seconds when you roll out of bed in the morning.
Baton Twirling is the first item you write down when asked to list your hobbies.
Your parents yell at you to "Come Watch This!" when a twirler is on TV.
You find yourself walking in-step with people at school/work.
For you, the year is divided not by weather seasons but by competition/parade/display seasons.
You say, 5,6,7,8 instead of Ready, Set, Go.
You rate surfaces for their turn potential.
You walk into a room and immediately look at the ceiling
height.
You love to get into debates about whether twirling is a sport.
When you have more baton bags stuffed with batons than will fit into your closet
You think sore muscles are something people live with.
You have more trophies than shelves.
You have worn holes in at least one pair of baton shoes.
When you hear marching music, you want to scream to turn it off.
You twirl anything in your hand even if it's not a baton.
The night before a competition, instead of falling asleep, your mind is running through all of your routines.
Waking up early and going to bed late is not a problem for you.
You can fall asleep anywhere even when there is loud music playing.
Finding yourself sitting on the edge of your seat with your ankles crossed and your hands folded is no longer
weird.
You can sing marching music for 24 hours without ever messing up.
You pick up anything and start throwing it around... long skinny objects are no longer needed.
You start having a seizure when someone is not stepping with the beat of the music
Having to change uniforms in 2 seconds doesn't stress you out.
You don't even care if you broke a nail. Again.
You feel like an old lady in need of a hip replacement from illusion after illusion.
When you hear any music you wonder if it has show twirl, freestyle or team possibilities.
When you're in gym class and you have to do hurdles, the teacher yells at you because you are doing leaps but you find it physically impossible to bend your knee like that.
If your hair always looks like it is up or has been up for a very long time that it permanently stays
like that.
When competition season is your favorite part of the year and you can't wait for that hairspray/sweat mixed scent.
When as soon as you get home from nationals you wish you could go back and stay there for the entire year.
When you had to take the reflex test in school you had the highest in your class.
When instead of doing what you are supposed to do with the gym equipment, you twirl it.
People think your parents abuse you because of all the bruises.
If you feel frustration when someone says the word "rolls".
If you knew the word "ambidexterity" before most of your friends.
If proportionately you miss more school than twirling lessons/events.
If you take ballet because you know it will help your twirling.
If your VCR tape collection includes more twirling tapes than movies.
When you don't even flinch when a baton comes at your head
When your calves are so big they won't fit into your boots
