(905): i hope not, i just know that at one point I was sitting on the bathroom floor eating bugles and crying because i had no one to show that it looked like I had witch nails when i stuck them on the ends of all ofmy fingers.
this is great.
As soon as I walked into the classroom this morning, I saw on the board where professor usually lists today’s topics, “1) US vs Algeria 10AM” was written and I thought it was just there for no other reason than showing his interest in the match.
Class started, and he started lecturing about Aggregate Supply. For all of 10 minutes.
Then he gave up and kept trying to bring up espn3.com to stream the game live. But it wouldn’t work so he asked this guy who was using his computer the entire class to watch the game to hook up to the projector so we can all sit there and watch it on the gigantic projection screen. At first I thought he was going to teach while the game was on… But he gave up on that also and just sat with us.
What a cool guy.
Nobody scored the entire 90 minutes. Then they added 4 more minutes into overtime, and USA finally scores, the room exploded- it was so great. The room next to us was having a test but that didn’t matter, I’m sure they appreciated us informing them of the victory (1-0). Oh and the referee called out Algeria on something and the players almost punched his face in, and one guy got red-carded, and he went “but what did I do??” Everyone was laughing in mockery and joy.
This other girl in the back who is apparently a huge World Cup follower exclaimed, “Yeaaaaah nobody can beat us in anything. That’s why the other countries hate us, we’re awesome.” Hahahahahahahaha, yeaaaah.
I know that sometimes you hate me. Don’t worry, I understand, because I know that at the end of the day you really do love me.
I know when mom and dad died, and you had to take care of me, you had to put off a lot in your life to raise a 2 year old. I admire you so much for that big bro.
So much has happened with us in the last 17 years. You juggled college and spelling words, Chem Lab assignments and my talent shows, job hunting and figuring out how to give me “the talk” without making it TOO awkward.
When I was in that car accident when I was 13, you held my hand for a week while I lied in the hospital, and didn’t let go until after my best friend’s funeral. You taught me how to dribble a basketball. And I taught you how to figure out the roll of parental figure when I brought a boy home.
You make me laugh when I come home past curfew and as long as I’m “not bleeding, crying, or pregnant” everything is okay.
But I do know that, you had dreams. You were going to go far away for college, you were going to become a forensic scientist. You were going to graduate early. Instead, you were dragging a 2 year old to community college classes and a 5 year old to lectures.
And here we are, On my 19th birthday, and I want you to know that everything you gave up for me, all of it, was worth something.
I love you big brother. Because of you, I can live my dreams.
Love – Your baby sister