May 03, 2007 20:35
I have no idea what their jobs are as school faculty. He's the guy who jerks the steering wheel of his golf cart and screams out into the football field, balls flying at him. He's the guy who steps into chorus for just a moment to sing one word of Rossini's Figaro. They all encourage paper ball fights, and to think, I used to think I would have to become mature or something.
Every time we walk out onto the field, into that big dome of sky, like I said at the beginning of the semester, I know this is what I'll miss. I take your picture and know this is one of the last days, and I don't want to dress out, I want to sit with you in that perfect slab of shade the scoreboard makes and just soak up.
Lying myself down in the grass, I'm very happy that this is my high school experience.