Last Weekend In the Boro

This is my good friend Logan. He holds my expression also on how I’m feeling about the year coming to an end. It’s like yesterday I was just walking across a stage, having my biggest worry of tripping over my gown or going for a hug than a handshake with an administrator. It was like yesterday when I was stuck in a cluster of thoughts on where to find a blue bin, or how the hell do I get through this place called Kennedy Hall. That I was moving my stuff to a dorm room and also viewing the wandering eyes of others in my shoes. It was about to be the last pool day of the semester, the last pool day of my freshman year. That’s crazy.. I had just survived a year of college. Where did it all go? It’s like in a span of a year I met so many people, experienced death of a beloved tutor, heard different stories and paths taken. I had struggled through classes, missed home, and learned how to love it here. Growth is a crazy thing to notice and great thing to gain, most people can’t see the growth they make or just distracted by who they want to continue to be. I’m very proud I have seen the growth I was capable of, as a man, student and player.

Spring game

I’ve never been apart of a Collegiate spring game, never been on the field of a Collegiate event in front of fans and actually played. I’ve been dressed in uniform, seen this packed stadium, but I haven’t felt the nervousness. It was hot as I don’t know what, humid too. The first spring day all spring practices with no wind and above 80 degrees. I had settled down during warm ups, I realized that whatever I got to show would happen in only minimum of plays. I learned don’t have any fear of things to go wrong, and just have fun. Hopefully it looked like I was having fun, I got only 4 plays but i feel it was positive for me. I feel it showed something to some coaches. Hope my effort was there, and hope everyone enjoyed the day. It was fun to be out there and end spring off in front of the community, letting the fans see we’re still a work in process but we’re coming this fall.

What College has Shown me

I never thought that coming here I’d know individuals that knew people I’ve met or have encountered in the past. I am from Charlotte, North Carolina, and I’ve discovered a lot of weird relationships. My roommate/teammate, supposedly lived 2 minutes away from me and across my middle school years ago, and he ended up in Georgia and we were both on the same visit for football. One of my friends had moved to Atlanta when she left middle school, and we ended up going to the same college together never discussing it. I met a buddy on the baseball team, that had went to Statesboro High-school, him and his girlfriend were both coming here. His girlfriend that was from Augusta, was originally from Fort Mill, South Carolina. We knew people in common, even my best friend from little league football who she was able to get me in contact with again. And this weekend I met one of the friends of the baseball player that went to high school with him. It’s really a small world..

Easter Weekend

Cars begin to disappear from the parking lot. The urge to beat traffic or just to be around their loved ones. I had to stay here due to practices and meetings I had to attend. Thought a lot of people made it home to spend time with loved ones, this weekend still did not fail. I had a great time hanging out at by the pool and going out enjoying the company I still had. The parking lot was clear and easier to park in, than this overcrowded and packed flow below. With all those cars gone, you were able to deal with no traffic, pull right into parking spaces way closer, it helped the speeding up of days, and things I might have been a rush to do.

Way To End Your Spring Break

I was heading back to Statesboro on Saturday and was excited to bring my car down after finally getting fixed.  I’ve made it one hour out of Charlotte and she’s been moving well so far.  I’m in Columbia, South Carolina, I start to switch lanes over to the middle lane from the left lane. My steering wheel rattles and boom, I feel my car drop in the front on the left side.  I notice the smoke next, and then the sparks, and then my wheel bouncing to the left.  Everything that expired I had time to notice it all and still control  my sliding car.  I drifted to the right across a semi and into a safe area, now it was slowing down the car. I breaked slowly hoping I don’t run out of space. Safely came to a stop, I had to process everything that happened. I just seen my whole wheel fly off my car, survived death, and didn’t create an accident. I called my dad first, explaining all bird and details that happened. He was so worried, but ended up being proud. He showed up and hour and half later and was shocked at the damage. We went on a hunt for the wheel, ending up finding it with a shattered piece of the rim on the other side of the interstate. I was blessed no one or myself was injured. God’s plan.

Ice Cream and PJ’s

A couple friends and I enjoyed the cool air and the sun’s heat that had mixed on this day. It wasn’t too hot, but it wasn’t too cold. Wasn’t blowing gusts of winds, just a nice breeze. Turned out to be the day of free ice cream at Brusters if you wore pajamas. Drove out there to see the fuss, little kids continued to sprint around and enjoy there time. Releasing all the energy they had endured from the various of flavors of the ice cream. Parents laughed and talked, discussing their busy filled weeks and upcoming events. I sat around waiting for my friends to eat their ice cream, I’m not a huge fan. I notice someone though, it’s Professor Fortenberry! She enjoyed her ice cream and her company of friends and colleagues. Interacting with her children as she also enjoyed this beautiful day. It was nice to see, after the stress filled weak, to see an admired day really settle some people for it’s 24 hours.

Cheers to the Weekends

Cheers to the hot air, and to the rays of sun either giving benefit or causing havoc on the different complexion. To the cold beverages that suddenly are quenching the thirst of individuals who longed for it on the quest to find a seat at the pool. The music in all directions, could be pop, hip hop, country, or even some rock, fading in and out as you move from areas in the pool. The unresting laughter of college kids enjoying a break, enjoying the stress of their shoulders, getting to see people they probably didn’t get the chance to during the week, and also the new encounters and awkward hellos. It’s like the stress through the weeks are just getting worst, but the same time the weekends are getting better, so I can’t complain at all.

Changes

About a couple hours ago this court was filled with the energy filled students looking to make their efforts in an exercise activity. Some of them actually pretty athletic, but some just out there for the buckets and a good laugh.  They still enjoy their fun, and laughter but the craziness of the competition. The ear wrenching noises from the sneakers showing off their grip better than others. Kids losing their control of the dribble, stumbling over their own two feet. The calls for fouls when things aren’t going there way. Repeated double banging off the backboard to the rim, due to the overpowered shots. Questions began to fly around the court, on when the game would be over. The breeze kept the sweat dripping from exhausted bodies. But sitting in this silence it seemed like no one was ever out here. That there was no yelling or commotion only a few hours later. It all felt unreal.

The Last

My knees became weak.  My head couldn’t keep up with what was happening couldn’t adjust to the change.  I trie smiling through the situation, but my tears just soaked the corners of my lips.  The snot had grown way longer to sniff up.  I could see my teammates in the distance just handling the situation as worse as I felt I was.  Saw the loving families hugging the parents of others, realizing that they weren’t going to watch their kids together on the field anymore.  Looked at every yard line.. and just remembered.  The 5 yard line held my first touchdown or my high school career. I could see plays I didn’t even think I could remember, but it all came back at this moment. Realizing the pain I had endured, the bonds I made, the games I won, the games I lost, and the person I had myself to be was now ending, just after 4 years. The rain washed away my tears, the grass stained my pants and jersey, stuck to my wet skin.  My cleats soaked when squishy inside.  It was devestating, I had played my last high school football game.

Hush

No breeze to shake the trees.  The rain has finally stopped to fall, it’s now calm outside.  Looking overhead before walking out from the droplets might land on your shirt. Leaning over the railing forgetting the wet railings, panicking for a dry cloth to be around or something to wipe your hands. Suddenly not remembering that brick wall was also damp, pulling away and having pieces of sediment against your hands. Footprints formed along the walk way of the dorm, slowly fading by each step. The lights glare back, newly filled bulb still yet to run out. The mud stains from the individuals who had took and accidentally step crowd the alleys. The dorms have the students either relaxed and eager to watch the game, or currently rushing to do their last minute assignments. I’m one of those last minute kids that witnessed the rain from a seat near a window.