Tonight was my last football game as a high school student.
It was not sad. It was not particularly sentimental. It was cold. We got beat.
Somehow, I think I expected to mark these "senior lasts" as more special. My senior night at field hockey didn't leave me sad; it left me more eager to leave. I expected my last football game as a Rocket to be special, to make me sad that I'd never sit under the Friday night lights with those people again. Again, it just made me more eager to leave.
It's kind of like a birthday...you seem to think that everything will be different once you turn 10, 13, 16, 18...but you end up feeling just the same. No intervention, no feeling older. You're still you, looking towards the future. This is how I see senior year lasts.
I suppose it'll hit me in May or June. As for now, I'm so very ready to get out of here and move on.
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