My Senior Year So Far
My senior year has been pretty crappy so far. On my first day, I was kicked off the varsity soccer team. Now, mind you, I have been the starting goalkeeper since my freshman year and was the captain junior and the first two weeks of my senior season. Why was I kicked off? Because I spoke the truth on Twitter. I tweeted a quote from a college coach I was trying to get to be the new coach at my school. This quote was “the athletics at your school are a joke.” I also added “this makes me hate my school sometimes.” Now, granted, due to Twitter’s character limits, I could not put the quote marks around the quote or explain my additional line. That I then have to defend my school, even though I agree. How did my school find out? That would be because someone on my TEAM turned my friend, Abbey, and I in. My own TEAM MATE turned me in. The athletic director and principle sat us down and told us to our faces repeatedly that we don’t care about our school or our soccer team. Meanwhile, my friend and I are setting up scavenger hunts, team parties, and ordering spirit wear. But yeah, we don’t care. IT GETS BETTER. The team was all in tears and so upset about this all, supposedly. If you know me, then you know the school I was supposed to go to was Mercy. Most of the girls on the Mercy team I’ve grown up with and played soccer with for thirteen plus years. Since I was kicked off the team, my friend and I went to the game against Mercy and we supported our friends on both teams. Never once did we say, “Go Mercy!” We wanted our school to win. Granted, I did have a Mercy shirt with me, but if the team had confronted me about the shirt like four people on the team had, they’d know the reasoning. The weekend before the game I was hanging out with a friend who believe it or not goes to Mercy. I spilled pasta sauce all over my shirt and she gave me her Mercy shirt she had in the car to wear. She said she would be at the game so I brought it to give back to her. She couldn’t make it so I had to carry it around during the game. How did the team respond to this? They blackballed us, disrespected us, and trashed us on twitter. Talking about how terrible we are and how we don’t care about our school. Because some of those people matter to me, I explained myself to them and we basically kissed and made up. No one tweets about me anymore except for one girl. This girl, I thought we’d gotten real close. I really trusted her. But lately, her tweets and attitude towards me have really made me start to suspect her as the traitor. What hurts the most about her I guess is that we had a long heart to heart and then she turns around and does stuff like that. If you have a problem with me, I really don’t care. Just come to me and talk to me about it, I’m a pretty understanding person….I think. I’ve made my peace with the people who matter to me, the rest of them can rot in hell for all I care. Harsh, yeah, but walk a day in my shoes and you’d feel the same way. Being a senior and knowing that every teacher and every student is talking about you and what you did. Yeah, I shouldn’t have tweeted that, and I do regret it, but the punishment did not fit the action. I’m done with all of this. I’m done obsessing over who the traitor is or feeling sorry for myself. I’m moving on. If the traitor wants to come to me and admit it, fine. But now I’m moving on with my life and putting this all behind me. The funniest part is, though, according to the administration, I don’t care about my school enough to represent them on the soccer field, but I can go to city hall as an ambassador and promote and represent the school in front of every important person in the city.
