As this year is drawing to an end, this is my last mandatory blog.
I wanted to take a second and thank all you have read my blog through my year in this class, but this isn’t the last of me.

I plan to be blogging this summer through whatever adventures I may encounter, but I will be back regularly in a few months.
Many of you have enjoyed my poetry or sports stories this year so I will leave you with one last poem.
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As it draws to an end so does this journey.
Another year, going nowhere, sitting in the same spot we were in, when the first day started.
The same spot we were in the first time my eyes met yours.
As I prepare to take my final walk out on stage, I would like to think I’d see you in the audience.
The applause resonate through the building, and I stand behind closed curtains.
Shaking, nervous as could be, hoping you’ll be there, but when they open and I take my final bows, where the applause once were, lay and emptiness.
My heart drops, and once again I feel alone.
Just as I did when this show began.
This is the kind of show I never want to see the end of, but you hold my head towards the screen.
I would like to live in the illusion I have created of how our show ends, but instead you put me in front of everyone, only to find myself standing alone, and you aren’t even there.
I take my bow to an empty room, but it does not stop.
The show must go on.









Sometimes our teams don’t work together, but work as individuals. That isn’t how the game is played. Some people have to be willing to work hard and get none of the glory. Being a lineman in football I understand this feeling very well. I go out everyday and I try and I try. Am I the best at it? No, not even close, but do I try? Yea, I try really hard day in and day out. But nobody ever says, “hey he really took up space so that that someone else could get the glory.” The glory goes to the people who run the ball, throw the ball, but that’s not possible without the people on the line. As our coach said, we are the Dirty Dogs. Nobody wants a dirty dog, but they are rough and tough, but get no glory. That is how to work as a team, everyone has to be willing to put in 110% and get nothing in return personally, but understand it was for the betterment of the team. This is one of the first speeches that truly inspired me to be better and do better. 






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