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  • Chapter 1: Flag Football & Theatre.

    It's a cold morning, the temperature just below forty degrees. I wake up with the blaring sounds of my alarms, it's 10:30am. I need to shake the sleep from my eyes, I need to get up, I need to get ready to play flag football with an awesome team of theatre friends. These thoughts race through my head as I pull the covers over my shoulders and roll over. Never does the main objective leave my mind, that I need to wake up, I just take advantage of knowing that our game isn't until 11:45am. There's time to keep my eyes closed, there's time to slowly weave myself from my comfortable position, buried in my pillows and blanket. I fell asleep with a hoodie on, even more comfort, even more reason not to wake up. My snooze only lasts ten minutes, now I'm wrestling with the alarms again. NO, it's saturday, I don't want to wake up just yet!

    It's 11am. I force myself from my bed and slowly, but thoughtfully, I put on layers and layers of warm soft clothes. I know it's going to be cold, I planned this the night before. I pop my contacts in each eye and embark on my journey into the morning sun, into the cold blast of the morning breeze. My heart is starting to pound in my chest with excitement... and chills because boy is it cold today. I never had the luxury afforded to a young boy, when his father taught him the trade of sportsmanship, because he was so little involved in my life, for a massive amount of those precious formative years. I'm nervous, I've never played flag football.

    I walk into the excitement of college kids shouting, and laughing, and cheering on their friends as games roar on. The event is in full swing, and through the cries of joy, I hear my name called, I spot my team, a team of theatre majors. I'm comforted by their enthusiasm and already I'm aching to play.

    Here I sit, next to the window as cold air seeps through the cracks of the pane, recounting a morning that was perfectly wonderful. Needless to say, we all had a blast hanging out with each other, and losing by one touchdown, wasn't so earth shattering. We were all pumped and we rallied at the end, cheered and settled into the day that was still fresh and ready to be painted with our lives.

    This is my life, as a Native in college, finding his niche, and living his dream.
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