I can't even remember what happened at school on Friday. But after school I had soccer and my coach wouldn't let me practice because I forgot to wear shin guards. I wear shin guards every practice and Friday was the one day the coaches went berserk on us. Then Molly, Megan, and I went to the away game in North Olmsted. We ate at the mall before and I of course had the most food. Then after the game I hung out with Greg, Tommy, and Josh and we got Las Caz. Saturday I helped out with the car wash for the Senior class, then I had a soccer game. We tied Slyvania which is pretty cool because they were state semifinalists. Then I hung out with Ali and Marisa and we went to a bonfire and then watched movies with people in my basement. Then Sunday Kay (my mom) and I went to Costco which was fun and then I did nothing for the rest of the day. I had a pretty good weekend overall.
MONDAY
I woke up pissed off Monday because I hate school. It was just like any other day. Soccer was kind of dumb that day because we did these stupid games that won't benefit us for the Midpark game. I ate a lot of hummus that day. And I got really emotional when I wrote my speech for my senior night.
TUESDAY
School was the same as it always is. Dumb, repetitive, and me questioning why do I have to be here? I honestly feel like a caged animal in this high school. One of my teachers treats me like a 5 year old. Hello I am 18, I'm applying for college. There's no need for you to tell me to ask my parents if I am going to college. Then soccer was dumb again. We watched our Amherst game and it was awesome watching 15 minutes of my playing time in the first half. But after soccer we had a team dinner which was delicious. And I went to the volleyball game with Molly and Megan.
WEDNESDAY
It was like any other normal school day, the only thing exciting was the adorable sign I got on my locker from the underclassmen. Then I took a nap before my game, I came to watch JV earlier than usual, and then began to warm up for my senior night game. I still couldn't believe it was already here. I still feel like a freshmen. Hearing Erin and Tori read all 7 of the seniors' speeches really made it seem real. I was disappointed only 2 people thanked my dad for being their coach when we were younger (2 other people should have said something), but it was whatever. I was the last senior to walk out and Erin only read one speech and it was mine. I walked out there with my mom and Kiko (because my dad couldn't make it), and as soon as I saw Ali and Karen coming towards me to give me my sign I started to cry. It was an emotional experience in a good way, and I wish my dad was there to see all of this. So the night seemed to be going well, all the seniors started including Megan (tore her ACL again!), I was actually playing my position, and we were doing awesome the first half. Then at about the 30 minute mark I was taken out for no reason. I didn't understand why. I thought to myself, "Was I playing bad?". But then I soon knew the answer because it was a person whose parents are politically involved. And it only got worse I did not start the second half. I was infuriated even our assistant coach didn't understand. I don't get it I am one of the better players on my team, and it was MY senior night. I didn't go in until about 20 minutes into the half and we were tied to MIDPARK. And I did not even play my actual position. We ended up playing horrible the second half, we lost momentum, possession of the ball, and the desire to win. This all happened because of one little substitution. My whole entire night was ruined by this. But I couldn't let it bother me anymore. I know that everybody else but our coaches and the parents that are politically involved know what I actually deserve.
THURSDAY
I got to sleep in because I had the dentist. And the dentist was much better this time because they didn't have to scrape my teeth as much. I was happy to have my teeth cleaned before my senior pictures. Then I was at school for only an hour. I went to soccer practice and it was totally pointless because the coaches don't even care anymore. And after soccer I went to go support the boys team on their senior night with Emma, Marisa, and Ali. Thank god one soccer team won on their senior night. My senior year season is an embarrassing joke and it sucks.
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My beautiful locker decorations
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| My club coach and my teammate from my club team |
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