There are hundreds of reasons to be happy on Friday. Some people are happy because it is the start of the weekend, some love that it means a night of no homework, and some people just love it just because its Friday. But, to me, the reason why I love Friday so much is because of one thing, Fenn Flames. To all of us flamers, it's more than just playing indoor soccer, it's what we call a lifestyle. I would be lying if I said we actually are playing soccer. It's more of just a goof off show that provides more laughs than I can count. Out of all the reasons to love Friday, this is my favorite.
Today I learned that it is sometimes nice to just take a break. As much as I do love playing sports, I also like some down time to just chill. It is nice getting a chance to go home early now that sports is over. Going home early provides more time to get homework done, which leads to more relaxation, and more rest. These two weeks in between sports where I am able to go home early are times that let me relax and enjoy myself just a little bit more.
I can't believe it. Today was the last day that I wore the blue and gold on the ice. It's been three years, but it has felt like the blink of an eye. I took it for granted when I was in seventh grade. Never thinking about special it is to be representing my school. But now as my Fenn hockey career is over, I can reflect on how great of a journey it truly was. I was lucky to spend three years on the team, where I got to play with great friends, and learn a ton of stuff about the game. After just three years, it has been a heck of a ride and I couldn't have enjoyed Fenn hockey anymore.
Another snowstorm, means another day of shoveling. After waking up, I know that one of the first things that I am going to have to pick up is a shovel. I brace myself for a whole day that is sure going to be filled with work. I almost wish that the snow would just disappear, that when I wake up tomorrow there will be no more snow. If the snow disappears then so will those mornings of waking up and having to shovel.
I wake up to frozen feet. Once again, it is just another cold winter morning. I hop out of bed, and meander down stairs in a robe and slippers, still draped in my pajamas. I look outside, through the frozen and frosted windows, all I can see is snow. I know that is going to be another one of those stay in mornings. I pour myself a cup of Joe and enjoy the cold morning under a blanket watching TV.
Another Friday. I can't say that I ever get tired of Fridays. Knowing that after the day, it is time to relax and pack up for the weekend. It's one of those days that you look forward to, and are excited about. The best part of Friday has to be Senior Time. Senior Time mainly consists of Old Gym Soccer aka OGS. OGS provides all of us boys the chance to be the best Gym Soccer player in Fenn history. Senior Time is just one of the many things that makes Friday such a score.
It's Thursday.... The day before Friday, its kinda of a day that everyone dreads. To me, its second worst, only to Monday. It's the day that makes everyone feel that they are close to the weekend, but they actually aren't. I just wish I could go to bed on Wednesday night, and wake up on Friday morning. Sleeping through Thursday would be no thing that I would cry over. Yeah, that's a good idea, let's get rid of Thursday and wake up on Friday instead.
As I continue to read deeper and deeper into Moby Dick, I feel as if I am venturing through a forest that is everlasting. Moby Dick is full of great knowledge, but the writing can get tedious, and can make you feel like you are stuck in something. Although the book can get long and lose its punch, it continues to weave in great quotes and information that are vital to making the book what it is. Even though I am stuck in the depths of the book write now, I still understand, and very much so like it.
After another snowstorm, it is fair to say that I am getting sick of seeing a shovels. A shovel here, a shovel there, a shovel everywhere. They just don't seem to go away. It feels like they're follow me everywhere. They are a dreaded sight of mine by now. I feel like I am picking one up everyday, to continuely shovel a large pile of snow that just doesn't seem to ever go away. By the end of the winter, I dont know if I will be able to look at another shovel ever again.
As I sit in the couch with a cup of hot coco in my hand and my iPad with Moby Dick in the other hand, I start to realize how great of a way this is to spend at Saturday night. There is no other place I would rather been than a cozy couch with some hot coco and reading a riveting novel. Cold, stingy nights like the one tonight, make me realize how fortunate I am to be on a cozzy couch. Sure, people could say this is a dull way to spend their Saturday, but into me, it's just perfect.