Friday Night Fights

Nothing makes me feel school spirit more than a high school football game on a friday night. Sporting green and gold, our entire student body sat in the stands cheering on our fellow classmates in a good game of football. We cheered, and shouted, and jumped up and down when we scored, and pretty much had a great time. Now, let's rewind a few hours to right after school.

I had made previous plans with my friend Allison to hang out after school and then attend the game together. Expecting to see her right after 6th period, I was confused when I was told that she had other plans. Now, to understand the rarity of me ever hanging out with my friends, you have to know that I live a good 20 minutes away from the city I attend school. So it is always a pain to make plans. On regular days, my dad picks me up after school. If I decide to not get picked up by him, then my mother gets me... at 5. So I either go with him, or wait around for 2 and half hours waiting to get picked up. So when I told my dad to not pick me up on this glorious friday afternoon, I was left stranded.

We had made plans and then she drops this enormous bombshell on me. She says it was last minute, but she should have told me as soon as she found out knowing my circumstances. I tried to make other plans with other friends, but seeing as they can communicate well with each other, they had plans that didn't have room for a 6th person in a 5 seater car. Now what do I do? I guess I'll just wait around until the game starts. I walked around the city for 4 hours and then caught up with friends that showed up to the game early.

I met with Allison before the game and tried not to show my irritation with her because I wasn't going to let that ruin my night. Besides, I wasn't stranded anymore. I was with friends and the past 4 hours seemed irrelevant to this night, seeing as it was our first home game of the year. I tried to ignore it as much as I could, which worked for the most part. And by the end of the night, after we won by a touchdown, and everyone was at In N Out, a post-game ritual, I completely forgot about the incident.

But the morning after, when my feet and legs hurt, I figured it was from the walking I did. I confronted her and she apologized. I mean, best friends fight, and get into arguments, or sometimes forget the others' predicament, but when it all came back to the beginning, I was upset with her. She made me laugh and then it was like nothing happened. She is my best friend, and I'm glad to have her. Seeing all this trouble that I went through wasn't even close enough to end the relationship with her. A couple hours of walking is nothing compared to what we have traveled together.