A Narrative Essay Essay, Research Paper
Big Man on Campus
Time sure does fly by awfully fast. I can remember when I was still in kindergarten; drinking orange juice and cookies, playing at recess, nap time, having your own little cubbie hole, bringing your toys in for show and tell, playing heads up seven up when its raining out site, making arts and crafts to take home to your parents, and more. Then I realized the moment I’ve been waiting for has arrived. All the pain, agony, struggling, and time I’ve wasted away in my life is about to pay off. It was the beginning of my senior year in high school.
Life was taking on a whole new shape. One more year to go and I’ll be out of here. Your senior year so much is going on, and inside yourself you feel this warm sensation. Because you realize that your at the top of the hill. With this new feeling of life I told my self that I was going to do every senior activity and anything else I could do to make it the best year of school I would ever have.
My senior year started out good due to football. Our football team had a little reputation to keep, we would ether be horrible or great never in between. Following in the footsteps of previous years, we lost our first couple of games. But after day in and day out of practicing in warm perspiring weather or cold shivering weather. Running and tackling on soft moist muddy ground, watching bone cracking hits after hits. Things were about to change. Before you know it we began to win.
Many of the games were more like battles, which the Scorpion army would prevail over all others. (The school’s mascot was a scorpion). We would always play under lights while the cold circled around us and the sky as dark as a deep abyss of the ocean. As the season came closer to an end all seniors knew their last game was close at hand. It was Friday November 26th the day after Thanksgiving. This was the night of the CIF semi final championship games. The team was on our way to Lompoc a good 3 hours drive, which would be a determining factor in the game. The bus ride was long and tiresome. Many of the other players were sleeping, some were listening to walkmans, while the rest would make fun of each other and play car games to pass the time.
When we arrived to the field it started to sprinkle as we made our way from the bus to the locker room. Then it was time to play, the first two quarters were a war, then coming out of half time the our worst fear appeared. At the end of the next two quarters us seniors knew that our high school football careers were over. All of us huddled up trying to assure one another that we all played our hardest, not one dry eye out of 26 football players. The ride back was blanketed with silence.
It was time to move on and focus on preparing my departure from this school. I told myself I would go to all the school dances, join clubs, go to rallies, go to grad night, go to my prom, and go on the “BIG” senior trip. All of which I had done except for going to grad night. Because I hate Disneyland and thought it was worthless to spend sixty dollars for a couple, when I could get tickets for less then twenty dollars.
As time grew closure to graduation, reality was setting in. Every one was engulfed with the whole “I’m a senior, and on top” feeling, or as many know Senioritis. But we all knew the reality of the situation. How we all have to move on in life. One thing that helps me out is the Toyz R Us saying, “I don’t want to grow up…” Because I don’t want to grow up.
It’s weird how in the beginning I couldn’t wait to be out of school and have no worries or problems with it. But as the end came near my thoughts changed. As I thought about it, I realized that things weren’t as happy as I thought they were going to be. When I thought about it was apparent, all the people that are part of my daily routine whether it be saying hi to, hanging out with, talking with or even just seeing, I wasn’t going to see them any more. Nearly all these people would never see me again and vice versa. Of course I’ll see my senior brethren but only once so often. Everything was use to and everyone in my everyday world wasn’t going to be a part of it any more.
Honestly I was scared of leaving; I didn’t want to wonder into the unknown. I wanted to stay with what was comfortable to me. But that wasn’t going to happen I was going to have to accept what was happening and just live with it. I was going to look at the bright side of life. As time wound down to weeks and then to days, of
course I couldn’t help to get excited, and happy. Though that sense of year and unwillingness was still present. It was time to just deal with what life had to deal me.
The big day was Friday the 24th of June. In a few short hours I was going to be a high school graduate. I started my day by getting up and picking up my friends Steve and Luis. They wanted to come with me when I went to what was going to be my new school for quite some time. So we drove to CSUN and then headed back so we could be back in time to graduate. I dropped them both off, then headed back to my house so I could get ready. After I got ready I went to my friend Armon’s house to hang out, plus he needed a ride to the school. We wound up loosing track of time and realized we were late. So we rushed to the school running to where all the students had to meet. After the advisors got us ready and walked us down to the field to be seated the ceremony began. About two hours later the ceremony ended and everyone threw their hats in the air like tradition. We were all now high school graduates and moving on in the world.
Our lives are only what we make them. At some point in life you grow up and realize what expected of you and what you need to do to survive. The time that you choose to grow up determines where your life will be going. Things are what you make them to be, and life offers more options when you grow up. Life is like wine, as it ages it gets gains flavor and is sweeter.
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