It’s 7 am as I walk into the gym with my large hot chocolate from Coffee Grove wearing the color for my section like it’s any other assembly. I look around to observe the decorations and all the hard work from the night before on the walls representing the Rio Olympics Games theme, giggling to myself as I see the “Fourth Best Freshmen” sign. I make my way through the crowd of cheerleaders stretching to practice their routines. I realize I’m sitting at the junior section out of habit and look up to the big senior section decked out in red, white, blue, and gold balloons, streamers, and posters. After a few hours of watching run-throughs of all the groups practicing their dances, all the fall sports, dance, ASB, and cheer gathered around the gym floor dancing to music and showed off their best moves as the student body filled the bleachers.
Gee Gustave, the commissioner of activities, hosted the assembly as football, cross-country, girls tennis, boys water polo, girls golf, cheer, and intermediate dance, all took the stage and performed wonderfully. Students pulled out their phones and giggled as they saw some of their friends embarrassing themselves in front of the whole school. But it was advanced dance- that’s when it hit me. Everyone eagerly pulled out their phones to record their dance (as usual) and snapchatted little snippets of it. Their performances never fail to give me the chills and that’s when it suddenly all became real to me.
I’ve read and heard countless people talk about the bitter-sweetness of their senior year and I sympathized, thinking I understood, but you truly never know the feeling until it’s you sitting their with your childhood friends in the senior section of your last fall sports assembly, realizing this is the first of many lasts. It’s a weird feeling, really. I don’t even know how to explain it. One part of you never wants to the year to end because then that means it’s time to leave your friends, your hometown, and your school. The other part can’t wait for it to be over and to get away from the petty frustrations of high school and to begin the next chapter of your life. We ended the assembly with homecoming nominations for the senior class, which was cool seeing my friends nominated and appreciated for their hard work around campus for the past three years. And finally, the senior yell-off–the yell-off where our singing doesn’t get drowned out by the booing from the entire gym, and we all screamed our lungs out to “Party in the USA”.
My last fall sports assembly. What a strange thing to say, but I’m glad I can say it was definitely one to remember.