Start of my new life

Today I start college. I'm kind of nervous, but very excited. I thought I would wake up later but I didn't I don't start my day of classes until 10:20 but I woke up at 7:30. DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGGG. I actually really like my schedule. I have three classes Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays but I don't go to them until 10:20 and I'm done with the day by 1:35. Tuesdays I have one class, Intro to Psychology, at 9:35-10:55 and then I'm done for the day. Then I have that same 9:35 class Thursday but I get a break and then go to an Intro to Photojournalism class at 2:20-5:05. I mean I don't like getting out that late for class on Thursday but I mean I have like a five hour break so I think I can handle that. But I was listening to my Pandora and this song came on that could possibly be my theme song for the day. Enjoy

Wow

Today is my last full day in St. Charles, Mo. I leave for college either later tonight or early tomorrow morning. It's kind of surreal really. I don't know what to feel. I think I'm doing the right thing as far as leaving the state to go to school, but a lot of people I'm close too, who are all conveniently now seniors in high school, still live here. Man. I just don't have any words to explain it. Today was also black and gold day up at my "old" high school. That's where all the fall sports teams get together and they basically have a parade and what-not. It was always fun when I went. I went up there today and as I said before it was just all so weird knowing that they were still going to that school and that I wasn't apart of it anymore. It was all pretty strange. As I made my rounds to everyone, saying 'goodbye' to them I didn't really feel sad or distraught. Some people would act like they were going to cry, some people would tell me good luck, I think one girl actually did cry. And during that whole time I just had on my smile and just laughed at them. But as I left the stadium and started to walk to my car, it was the first time in a while where I really felt alone. I basically was doing this by myself. going into a new world. To put it simply, I was scared. I drove home and all i could think about was how unreal everything was and that I could very well not talk to some of my friends for the rest of my life. But I found one song to kind of describe how I was feeling at the time and how I still feel. But overall, I would have to say that today was in fact a good day....

Got a new one..

So I found out today that my original roommate for college is either not going to Western anymore or switched dorms because I logged onto my account today and saw his name wasn't on there. It was a Zach fellow. I hope if I call him he'll call me back because the other one didn't and then turns out he's not my roommate anymore. Would have liked a warning at least. Well anyway this Zach guy seems to be from Kentucky because he has a Louisville area code. Hoping he's pretty cool. I'm going to go call him now....

My Start

You know it's funny where someone could call a place their home, and it not even be a house. Wednesday my dad went out of town for a NABJ convention in Tampa, Florida and Friday my mom went out of town to help my uncle with something he's trying to sell in Louisville, Kentucky. They don't get back until Sunday. So I'm by myself this whole weekend. Most of my friends are out of town so I couldn't hang with them. The girl that I mentioned about two blogs ago had her cousin come in that Friday so I didn't want to try and interrupt her time with her cousin just so we can hang. So basically I'm at my house all day, and all night. But today, Saturday, as the day started to get hot I thought it would be a good idea to go for a run. I first started to head up to school. As I got there there were a bunch of traffic cones in the parking lot from people restructuring the parking lot. SO I turned around and was headed to St. Charles High School (I don't know why I was headed there to run. It was just the first place I thought of for some reason). So as I was going there I got this idea of going to McNair Park, which is the place where I used to practice football at. As I got closer I started to remember the old practices with my teammates and how we would warm up on this hill that was there. We would start at the bottom of the hill and do high knees, backwards runs, and sprints up the hill to warm up and sometimes for our conditioning. Those were some of the best times of my life right there. Not necessarily running up the hill but being with those group of guys, I'll never forget. As I got to the parking lot of McNair Park I saw the hill we used to run up. The same hill that would make people throw up if they weren't conditioned right. I got out of the car and saw that there was a softball game going on. I didn't really pay them any mind because I was here to do one thing: run up that same hill that whipped me into shape to play high school football. I got to the bottom of it and stared up it. "It's shorter than I remember," I thought. But I was sure that once I started to run up it that it will somehow get bigger. I started and I was thinking to myself "This isn't so bad. I think I can do a couple more sprints." So I did and I did a bunch of other speed dynamic and footwork stuff going up the hill. By the end of it I was pretty tired. As I was leaving these two kids sitting under a tree that saw me running asked me if I played football or baseball, since there was a softball game going on. I told them that I used to play football up there when I was younger and just came up here to run. They said "Man, that's pretty cool." And I said, "Yeah. It is," and walked away. It didn't really hit me until I left that it was actually cool. The fact that I played there when I was 11, 12, and 13 years old and I was coming back to run on the same hill I ran on five years ago was pretty cool. If I could have it my way i would go back to my eighth grade year and never leave. That was the best time of my life. But I can't. For now I can just keep going to the same place that made me love and hate playing football. I think I might go at the same time the practice started too; 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm. Although I don't think I'll stay that late. But starting next week I'm going to go every day. And I can't wait for it..

One of the best sports stories I've ever seen..

Old Friends

Today my dad scheduled a little get together with my old football team at one of our coaches house. It's supposed to be like a barbecue thing so lots of eating. But right now there are two things wrong with today. One, it's raining. I really don't want to be rained on. Two, Lupe Fiasco just happens to be in town for a concert today. I knew about that probably two to three weeks ago. What's bad is that my dad asked me if this weekend was good for me and I said "yes" completely forgetting about one of my favorite rappers being in town. Man this sucks. Maybe I could get out a little early. But then I would look like a huge douche bag for leaving to go to a concert...Meow-no. We'll see what happens.