A Narrative Essay Essay Research Paper Big

A Narrative Essay Essay, Research Paper Big Man on Campus Time sure does fly by awfully fast. I can remember when I was still in kindergarten; drinking orange juice and cookies, playing at recess, nap time, having your own little cubbie hole, bringing your toys in for show and tell, playing heads up seven up when its raining out site, making arts and crafts to take home to your parents, and more. Then I realized the moment I’ve been waiting for has arrived. All the pain, agony, struggling, and time I’ve wasted away in my life is about to pay off. It was the beginning of my senior year in high school. Life was taking on a whole new shape. One more year to go and I’ll be out of here. Your senior year so much is going on, and inside yourself you feel this warm sensation.

Because you realize that your at the top of the hill. With this new feeling of life I told my self that I was going to do every senior activity and anything else I could do to make it the best year of school I would ever have. My senior year started out good due to football. Our football team had a little reputation to keep, we would ether be horrible or great never in between. Following in the footsteps of previous years, we lost our first couple of games. But after day in and day out of practicing in warm perspiring weather or cold shivering weather. Running and tackling on soft moist muddy ground, watching bone cracking hits after hits. Things were about to change. Before you know it we began to win. Many of the games were more like battles, which the Scorpion army would

prevail over all others. (The school’s mascot was a scorpion). We would always play under lights while the cold circled around us and the sky as dark as a deep abyss of the ocean. As the season came closer to an end all seniors knew their last game was close at hand. It was Friday November 26th the day after Thanksgiving. This was the night of the CIF semi final championship games. The team was on our way to Lompoc a good 3 hours drive, which would be a determining factor in the game. The bus ride was long and tiresome. Many of the other players were sleeping, some were listening to walkmans, while the rest would make fun of each other and play car games to pass the time. When we arrived to the field it started to sprinkle as we made our way from the bus to the locker room.

Then it was time to play, the first two quarters were a war, then coming out of half time the our worst fear appeared. At the end of the next two quarters us seniors knew that our high school football careers were over. All of us huddled up trying to assure one another that we all played our hardest, not one dry eye out of 26 football players. The ride back was blanketed with silence. It was time to move on and focus on preparing my departure from this school. I told myself I would go to all the school dances, join clubs, go to rallies, go to grad night, go to my prom, and go on the “BIG” senior trip. All of which I had done except for going to grad night. Because I hate Disneyland and thought it was worthless to spend sixty dollars for a couple, when I could get tickets for

less then twenty dollars. As time grew closure to graduation, reality was setting in. Every one was engulfed with the whole “I’m a senior, and on top” feeling, or as many know Senioritis. But we all knew the reality of the situation. How we all have to move on in life. One thing that helps me out is the Toyz R Us saying, “I don’t want to grow up…” Because I don’t want to grow up. It’s weird how in the beginning I couldn’t wait to be out of school and have no worries or problems with it. But as the end came near my thoughts changed. As I thought about it, I realized that things weren’t as happy as I thought they were going to be. When I thought about it was apparent, all the people that are part of my daily routine whether it be saying hi to, hanging out