CIF

So Friday night was my last game for high school soccer. In the incredibly strong rain I played my last game for Tustin High against the Mission Viejo High School Diablos. It was a really competitive game. We could have easily won. But in the end, we lost with a scoreline that in no way was representative of how the game went: 2-0.

The individual game wasn't particularly what made me feel motivated enough to write about it here. It was one of the most memorable games of my four years definitely, but the idea that it was my last game in high school hit me hard. It was one of the steps toward graduation that really woke me up.

I realized that I probably wouldn't ever see any of these guys again. Or at least not after we graduate. And that all those old memories would never have the chance of coming up again. This sounds very melodramatic. But the idea of never seeing your soccer team again grows into never seeing your high school friends again. Which I can deal with, but its just a big leap.

It all hit me that the year, and what I know of life right now, will be gone after I graduate. So just like CIF essentially ended my relationship to the soccer team from player to former member, graduation will change me from student to alumni. And my world will change drastically.

But I guess that is growing up.