Fuck. I hate crosscountry now. It's not that sense of 'Man i dont wanna go to practice, but at least i can listen to Kevin Huang be annoying. And then I can call Gus Portuguese again.' Now it's more like 'Damn, I dont want to try for these people'. Does anybody realize that our first sense of Lowell has all but disintegrated?
My first impression of Lowell as a freshman held one truth 'I am a freshman and this is my family'. After the first year, part of my family went away to college. Some of them were dear to me like Colin and Mary, although most were those distant relatives who I knew, but didn't really know like Brandon. Not so much a big deal.
Then another year passed and another part of my family left. My cousins and uncles and aunts in the class of '04, gone. They left with many a 'goodbye' and a 'have a nice life!'. Kevin and Max, Isaac and Speech. They've all gone off to have better days.... Well sure, Speech too. It was a sad day when they left.
Next year passed and now my Mommies and Daddies are gone. Alex, Johnny, Jimmy, Mike, Kevin, Peter, Justin, Aiko. They're all gone. I cried on their graduation day. I miss them so much. They were the last of the upperclassmen. It was also the last piece of me.
Now it's horrible. What's left? No more of the team that I remember is here. All thats left are my ''06 brothers and sisters. And my '07 children. Half of the team that i grew up with is now GONE. Including Andy and Gus! Even fucking Yulong is gone! First day of crosscountry hurt so bad all i could do was sit and sulk. I can barely handle it. All i can hope for is that Phil and Levi and Alex keep me sane. I guess we're the new varsity team.
Sorry, I can't finish this...
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