A Senior's Lament
A Senior's Lament
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock next to my bed. I rolled over to check the time to see if I could close my eyes for a few more minutes. It was 4:30 in the morning and it was time to get up and get ready to leave. I rolled out of bed only to find out that my friend was still asleep and snoring on my floor. I chucked my pillow at him and it hit him in the face. He immediately got up and I told him it was time to go. We tiptoed downstairs, being extremely careful so we wouldn’t wake my mom up. Despite the creaking stairs, we made it into the living room where our bags and surfboards were. We gathered all of our things and took them to my freshly gas-filled truck. After everything was loaded in we both hopped in and drove down the street to pick up my other two friends that were waiting on their small brick stoop. They piled their things on top of ours and climbed in the back. As we pulled away from their house I started the first of five cds of our journey down to the beach. The cds were a ritual: first Jimmy Buffets, “Songs You Know By Heart,” proceeded by Sublime, Dave Matthews, “Live At Luther College,” a burned cd with various songs on it, and finally OAR. Somehow we timed the music perfectly so it started when we left my neighborhood and the last song was over when we stopped at ramp 49 in Frisco, Cape Hatteras North Carolina. We also factored in a stop for breakfast at Hardees.
This was a special trip to the beach, it was Senior Skip. We planned to camp at the beach the whole weekend. We soon found out that we were going to be camping at several locations each of which came equip with a problem. I stopped my truck at the beginning of the ramp. My friend Joey was riding in the passenger seat and he and I jumped out of the truck to lock the hubs so I could put it in four-wheel drive. Once it was in four-wheel, we began to drive down the ramp and...