26 days.
I'm warning you, I rarely ever post anything heart felt or serious. Usually I post pictures, goofy things, or Yankee hating posts. So this may be a little different than usual.
I have 26 days until I take my last final here. It's funny how just two years ago I was so excited to come here! I had a count down until how many days I came to play field hockey here. Now I'm counting down how long until I never have to come here again. It's strange how things work out.
What is even more strange is how much things can change in two years. In even just one year things have changed so much.
I'm glad I came here for the two years that I did. Being here forced me to look a lot at myself and the people around me, and made me realize the kind of person that I do NOT want to be, and the kind of people I do not want to associate myself with. Despite the fact that I can't wait to get out of here, this school did teach me a lot. There just isn't anything left here for me. That's why as soon as I'm done counting down my days here, I am going to begin counting down my days until I get to Millersville =)
I don't think anybody realizes how excited I am to go to a school that is actually BIGGER than my high school *gasp*. I can't wait to go and meet a whole crop of new people, and hang out with a small crop of old buddies =)
Last night was the last show for me here. It was bitter sweet. Like every show, I always get a little bummed when it ends. This one was a little different since I knew it was going to be my last one on that stage. In the dressing room, there is this one stall that I have changed in during each show that I have done here. So yesterday, I took my orange mini sharpie and wrote a little something on the wall of my personal "dressing room". It is currently covored up by a few costumes. But soon enough it will be in plain sight for the next person who uses it to read =)
I am so excited for the summer it's not even funny! I can't wait to be home with friends and stay outside all day in what will hopefully be beautiful weather for most of the summer. JoElle came up to see the show last night, and I can't explain how refreshing it was to have a face from home. I've just about run out of patience with certain things, and having a best friend from home just made me so happy! This place has worn on my patience really badly for some reason. I only have a short fuse when I'm here. Is that weird? Because whenever I'm home, or out with people from home, I am back to my normal self. I have all the patience in the world and almost nothing bothers me. I wonder why that is. Well whatever it is, it's only got 26 more days to bug me =)
On a sillier note. I am going to miss some of the goofy people that I met up here=) I had a really great time with the last show. We were so goofy and have so many fun memories. I'll miss the fact that I won't be doing another show with these people ever again. I mean I'll come back next year to see them perform. But it will be strange not being on the stage with them =(
This is the longest post ever.
I wonder if anybody is still even reading this?
If not, I suppose I'm just talking to myself.
Well, Self, you know what else is strange?
Last weekend when I was home, I went down to the track at the high school to run. There was a high school baseball game going on while I was running. And it was so strange. I forgot how much I missed being an athlete. I mean don't get me wrong, I LOOOOOVE doing plays and such. There is nothing like it. But there is also nothing like being on a team and sweating your ass off, running until you can't anymore, crying because you lost a game that was so important to you and your team.
I miss walking through the halls after the first day of indoor hockey, and being able to just look around the hall and know EXACTLY which girls were at indoor, because those were the girls who looked like they were walking with a stick up their ass. It was so hard to move but we loved it anyway.
I miss crying at the end of every season because we thought the next season would never be the same. And then crying again at the end of the season we thought would never live up to the last.
I miss hating practice.
I miss loving game day.
I miss complaining about how HORRIBLY smelly the goalie equipment was.
I miss wing night, where we would give evil stares to the lehighton field hockey players sitting across the restaurant.
I miss how good our team was at 7 a side.
I miss how for most of the games we could just walk onto the field and know we would kick ass.
I miss being terrified to lose that game that meant so much to us.
I miss the feeling of the whole team fighting back and winning from behind anyway.
I miss being called a wet lemon, amongst other things.
I miss night games.
I miss senior nights. Both preparing for them, and being in them.
I miss practicing when it was POURING OUT and you couldn't see a thing in front of you (freshman year)
I miss playing in the snow because we kicked so much ass that our season went practically into winter.
I miss it all.
I would never trade what I do now for that again. But I do miss it every single day. It is a completely different feeling you get from playing your heart out for a game, and giving your heart during a show. Both of them are equally amazing. It is just that I don't get to play my heart out anymore. So I suppose the sting is a little worse with that, knowing that I miss that so much.
It was time for me to hang up my sticks though a long with most of us who graduated. And for those who went on to keep playing, I hope still have the high school memories of fighting over who takes up the equipment, crying because of a loss, singing on the bus, chacha slide, muddy cleets, dirty uniforms, pretty much everything that made them fall in love with the game in the first place.
Seriously I wonder if anybody is still even reading this?
I have 26 days until I take my last final here. It's funny how just two years ago I was so excited to come here! I had a count down until how many days I came to play field hockey here. Now I'm counting down how long until I never have to come here again. It's strange how things work out.
What is even more strange is how much things can change in two years. In even just one year things have changed so much.
I'm glad I came here for the two years that I did. Being here forced me to look a lot at myself and the people around me, and made me realize the kind of person that I do NOT want to be, and the kind of people I do not want to associate myself with. Despite the fact that I can't wait to get out of here, this school did teach me a lot. There just isn't anything left here for me. That's why as soon as I'm done counting down my days here, I am going to begin counting down my days until I get to Millersville =)
I don't think anybody realizes how excited I am to go to a school that is actually BIGGER than my high school *gasp*. I can't wait to go and meet a whole crop of new people, and hang out with a small crop of old buddies =)
Last night was the last show for me here. It was bitter sweet. Like every show, I always get a little bummed when it ends. This one was a little different since I knew it was going to be my last one on that stage. In the dressing room, there is this one stall that I have changed in during each show that I have done here. So yesterday, I took my orange mini sharpie and wrote a little something on the wall of my personal "dressing room". It is currently covored up by a few costumes. But soon enough it will be in plain sight for the next person who uses it to read =)
I am so excited for the summer it's not even funny! I can't wait to be home with friends and stay outside all day in what will hopefully be beautiful weather for most of the summer. JoElle came up to see the show last night, and I can't explain how refreshing it was to have a face from home. I've just about run out of patience with certain things, and having a best friend from home just made me so happy! This place has worn on my patience really badly for some reason. I only have a short fuse when I'm here. Is that weird? Because whenever I'm home, or out with people from home, I am back to my normal self. I have all the patience in the world and almost nothing bothers me. I wonder why that is. Well whatever it is, it's only got 26 more days to bug me =)
On a sillier note. I am going to miss some of the goofy people that I met up here=) I had a really great time with the last show. We were so goofy and have so many fun memories. I'll miss the fact that I won't be doing another show with these people ever again. I mean I'll come back next year to see them perform. But it will be strange not being on the stage with them =(
This is the longest post ever.
I wonder if anybody is still even reading this?
If not, I suppose I'm just talking to myself.
Well, Self, you know what else is strange?
Last weekend when I was home, I went down to the track at the high school to run. There was a high school baseball game going on while I was running. And it was so strange. I forgot how much I missed being an athlete. I mean don't get me wrong, I LOOOOOVE doing plays and such. There is nothing like it. But there is also nothing like being on a team and sweating your ass off, running until you can't anymore, crying because you lost a game that was so important to you and your team.
I miss walking through the halls after the first day of indoor hockey, and being able to just look around the hall and know EXACTLY which girls were at indoor, because those were the girls who looked like they were walking with a stick up their ass. It was so hard to move but we loved it anyway.
I miss crying at the end of every season because we thought the next season would never be the same. And then crying again at the end of the season we thought would never live up to the last.
I miss hating practice.
I miss loving game day.
I miss complaining about how HORRIBLY smelly the goalie equipment was.
I miss wing night, where we would give evil stares to the lehighton field hockey players sitting across the restaurant.
I miss how good our team was at 7 a side.
I miss how for most of the games we could just walk onto the field and know we would kick ass.
I miss being terrified to lose that game that meant so much to us.
I miss the feeling of the whole team fighting back and winning from behind anyway.
I miss being called a wet lemon, amongst other things.
I miss night games.
I miss senior nights. Both preparing for them, and being in them.
I miss practicing when it was POURING OUT and you couldn't see a thing in front of you (freshman year)
I miss playing in the snow because we kicked so much ass that our season went practically into winter.
I miss it all.
I would never trade what I do now for that again. But I do miss it every single day. It is a completely different feeling you get from playing your heart out for a game, and giving your heart during a show. Both of them are equally amazing. It is just that I don't get to play my heart out anymore. So I suppose the sting is a little worse with that, knowing that I miss that so much.
It was time for me to hang up my sticks though a long with most of us who graduated. And for those who went on to keep playing, I hope still have the high school memories of fighting over who takes up the equipment, crying because of a loss, singing on the bus, chacha slide, muddy cleets, dirty uniforms, pretty much everything that made them fall in love with the game in the first place.
Seriously I wonder if anybody is still even reading this?