THE FIRST TO GO,... AND THE WORLD WILL CHANGE
At this very moment, I am in La Mirada, California at Biola University, sitting in the giant library in a room full of computers and it is quiet, and most of my soccer teammates are all around me, cheerfully typing away or just looking at the screen unintelligently.
HI EVERYONE! I MADE IT TO COLLEGE AND I AM ALIVE!!!
I left at 10:15am on August 6th, drove to Seattle, got on a plane at 2:00, flew to Cali, and now here I am.
But, there are some twists to this tale. You see, I am now a college soccer player, but I haven't even played soccer once. But here is an interesting story...
1. THe night before I left, I was running, working out with Emily Fike, and we were running down Hinman Road, and as we were turning the corner, I stepped on uneven ground and I hear this nasty, horrible pop as my ankle bends practically in half. Instantly I see my whole soccer career at Biola flush down the pooper! Fifteen seconds later after I stop screaming and yelling, more in rage than pain, I get up, and am able to walk. Emily runs the rest of the way to the car, and comes and picks me up and takes me home, where I have people who want to say goodbye to me, and I must put on a happy face, but inside I'm fuming at my stupid ankle.
2. THe rest of the night, I'm packing and getting ready and I finally get into bed around 1am. Next morning, we finish packing a getting everything ready, and we are about to leave, when my mom comes downstairs from her computer and she is crying. She tells us that her Aunt Maxine just passed away, and she tries to smile, but she just keeps weeping, on top of the fact that she is already heartbroken and sad that I'm leaving. Poor Uncle George...he loved his wife very much. :(
3. We drive to Seattle, and I sleep most of the way. I have two huge bags to check, and two carry-on's. My parents and I eat lunch at a cafe in the airport, then we have to say goodbye and both of my parents are crying, and I feel all of these unexplainable and wierd emotions and I don't cry,(surprisingly), but my eyes only had a few tears in them. I make in through customs OK, and I'm on the plane and ready to go. I ask the flight attendant if I can have some ice, and she fills the throw up bag with ice for me to ice my ankle. As I'm icing, I fall asleep and don't wake up until about 25 minutes left until landing. I get off the plane, go to the baggage claim, and one of my giant, green bags come. And then I'm waiting......and waiting....and 40 minutes later I'm still waiting with several other customers. We finally are informed that our bags are NOT on the plane, and we must fill out a missing baggage form. Oh Joy. So I freak out for a moment because I'm by myself, besides my ride which she is driving around the airport waiting for me, and I have no clue what to do. So I call my dad, cry to him, but he tells me to buck up, so I do and I figure out how to fill out the form and I turn it into the nice Spanish lady and she says they will call me when they find it.
So, to make a long story short, :), I had quite a few setbacks to my leaving home for the first time!
But not to worry, my ankle is healing, I just can't run for awhile, i'm mainly doing more physical therapy and ultra sound and icing. Don't worry about my Uncle George, he'll be OK, my Aunt Maxine had Alzheimers, and was very old, and they knew she was going soon. Don't worry about my bag, they called my cell phone at two in the morning and told me they found it and they would deliver it today, which they did.
So, this is long, and I'm doing surprisingly well for being away from home. I'm not homesick yet, and the soccer girls are quite funny and very kind. God has blessed me, but I do miss you all. Wish me luck!!!
HI EVERYONE! I MADE IT TO COLLEGE AND I AM ALIVE!!!
I left at 10:15am on August 6th, drove to Seattle, got on a plane at 2:00, flew to Cali, and now here I am.
But, there are some twists to this tale. You see, I am now a college soccer player, but I haven't even played soccer once. But here is an interesting story...
1. THe night before I left, I was running, working out with Emily Fike, and we were running down Hinman Road, and as we were turning the corner, I stepped on uneven ground and I hear this nasty, horrible pop as my ankle bends practically in half. Instantly I see my whole soccer career at Biola flush down the pooper! Fifteen seconds later after I stop screaming and yelling, more in rage than pain, I get up, and am able to walk. Emily runs the rest of the way to the car, and comes and picks me up and takes me home, where I have people who want to say goodbye to me, and I must put on a happy face, but inside I'm fuming at my stupid ankle.
2. THe rest of the night, I'm packing and getting ready and I finally get into bed around 1am. Next morning, we finish packing a getting everything ready, and we are about to leave, when my mom comes downstairs from her computer and she is crying. She tells us that her Aunt Maxine just passed away, and she tries to smile, but she just keeps weeping, on top of the fact that she is already heartbroken and sad that I'm leaving. Poor Uncle George...he loved his wife very much. :(
3. We drive to Seattle, and I sleep most of the way. I have two huge bags to check, and two carry-on's. My parents and I eat lunch at a cafe in the airport, then we have to say goodbye and both of my parents are crying, and I feel all of these unexplainable and wierd emotions and I don't cry,(surprisingly), but my eyes only had a few tears in them. I make in through customs OK, and I'm on the plane and ready to go. I ask the flight attendant if I can have some ice, and she fills the throw up bag with ice for me to ice my ankle. As I'm icing, I fall asleep and don't wake up until about 25 minutes left until landing. I get off the plane, go to the baggage claim, and one of my giant, green bags come. And then I'm waiting......and waiting....and 40 minutes later I'm still waiting with several other customers. We finally are informed that our bags are NOT on the plane, and we must fill out a missing baggage form. Oh Joy. So I freak out for a moment because I'm by myself, besides my ride which she is driving around the airport waiting for me, and I have no clue what to do. So I call my dad, cry to him, but he tells me to buck up, so I do and I figure out how to fill out the form and I turn it into the nice Spanish lady and she says they will call me when they find it.
So, to make a long story short, :), I had quite a few setbacks to my leaving home for the first time!
But not to worry, my ankle is healing, I just can't run for awhile, i'm mainly doing more physical therapy and ultra sound and icing. Don't worry about my Uncle George, he'll be OK, my Aunt Maxine had Alzheimers, and was very old, and they knew she was going soon. Don't worry about my bag, they called my cell phone at two in the morning and told me they found it and they would deliver it today, which they did.
So, this is long, and I'm doing surprisingly well for being away from home. I'm not homesick yet, and the soccer girls are quite funny and very kind. God has blessed me, but I do miss you all. Wish me luck!!!