Southern Times, Girls and Sports

Although in a sense I have a sucky job as student assistant basketball coach and a crybaby who works under me, any time that is spent around people that don’t ask me questions about the basketball team or better than yet, get on my nerves, is time well spent.

Case in point was Thursday evening when SGA, the organization I’m with at school, decided to hold a progressive dinner over in the area that I once stayed in until Memorial Day.

And true to the theme of the evening, the time I spent with my friends playing Guesstures, throwing around a football, and not worrying about the basketball team (wait, that’s never happened) was something that was enjoyable for me.

It was great to see the smiles on the residents’ faces, just eating good food (thank you, Ms. President) and sharing in the oil of good conversation and fellowship.

Thankfully, I’ll have some more times like these as the year progresses.

When we last left you in North Highland Park, the big news was that after a litany of Coke-drinking lectures, chicken tenders, Cardinal analogies, and God knows what else, I finally got that hot softball chick’s number.

Of course, in the three months after that, I’ve personally had to return home to help my family move out of the Springdale neighborhood I stayed in before moving to Midtown Memphis, had a much-talked about movie with my last name in it, and oh yeah, move from the peace and serenity of 2794 Madison to the chaos that will be in 2008-09 2776-2778 Madison.

With that being said, I’m happy that all of my pals are back, the real ones that is.

Let’s see if we can have a year like we had in 2007-08.

It seems just like yesterday when I first walked into the halls of Crichton College as a transfer student paying a visit days after Crichton won its first TransSouth championship in basketball.

And it seems just like yesterday when I sat in the Costco at the corner of Hacks Cross and Winchester talking to people about the wonderful dessert called cheesecake, only to be let go two weeks after starting classes in North Highland Park.

Thursday night marked the end of what had been an incredible first year for me as a student in North Highland Park as I took my last final, made one more wisecrack, and finally got my crush’s number.

There’s been times where I felt that the thought of being at a small school was scary, mainly because I had came from a school where there was 14,000 students and I could disappear into the shuffle easily without being noticed, a fear that almost led me to leave North Highland Park for the U of M a month ago.

But after talking to a few people and winning an election, I decided to stay the course and enjoy the benefits of hot chicks at a Christian school, beer, and God knows what.

Today as the final tests are taken, the final goodbyes are said, I would like to thank all of my friends and my haters (that means you, AT and Leavell) for making my first year in North Highland Park enjoyable.

There’s more to come from the area called North Highland Park.

Just stay tuned.

A couple of weeks ago, I blogged about dealing with my fears of asking a girl I like for her number and how after using a Pujols against Lidge analogy I managed to blow it.

The following day after I blogged on that subject, one of my readers wrote in so many words, what everyone has been saying for the longest.

“Make it happen, kid.”

Right now, I have six days, including a whole week next week to try to overcome my fear of getting her number and cutting my time researching on how to do this.

This isn’t brain surgery.

I said from day one when I decided to run for SGA Senator that this campaign would be to benefit the students here in North Highland Park.

Of course, when you live in a city that thrives on political corruption, most notably the Tennessee Waltz shit, then you have to take whatever these politicians say with a grain of salt.

With the elections being four days away, I have prepared my speech, shook hands and urged people to vote me into office even going to the point of covering every nook and cranny of our campus with flyers.

Thankfully, once this is over, I can sit down and get to work on what I want to do for North Highland Park.