Missing the Good Ole Days / Jen Sherman (friend)
Our marching band sucks. Don't get me wrong - I have plenty of school spirit, I'm a Coug through and through. But it makes me miss MI and the, what, 500+ members of marching band. I bet you can guess who I miss most, Ben.
I have to say, my absolute favorite thing about being in yearbok last year was the fact that it gave me a pass onto the field. Granted, the pass was for the purpose of taking pictures of the football players, but you know what I used it for instead. Maybe I'm just a band member wannabe, but every time the drum line started a cadence, you know I'd be out there jumping around with you and Aaron and everyone. I miss that.
We played UI a couple of weeks ago. I almost fell over laughing - their sousaphone players wear kilts. I could just picture you running around on the field, wearing that stupid pink hat and a kilt. Would you do that for school spirit, Benny? I bet you would. I bet you'd do most anything.
I think that's what I loved most about you. You'd be up for anything. That and the fact that even though we were never close, I still felt like I knew you. Through random AIM conversations and that brief stint freshman year when you knew I had a crush on you...you were always there, this random person who came before me in the alphabet. Never friends, but always friendly. The one thing that got me through ITED and WASL testing - knowing you'd be there, cracking jokes. My alphabetical buddy.
I was so looking forward to hanging with you during graduation. Finally, someone came and put their name between ours - when I heard, I was so excited. Lame, I know...but I wanted you to amuse me, get me through that ceremony. No offense to Kaitlin Seymour or Jay Singh, but they just aren't good enough. I missed sitting by you last June, Ben.
I was mad at you. At God. At life. I was bitter. I was pissed off that no one saw it coming. I wanted someone to blame. I'm sorry for that. I'm not mad anymore. I don't want to be all clicheic and say "you're in a better place" or "God works in mysteriosu ways." None of that changes anything.
Instead, I'll just smile, wipe the tears, and remember the good ole days - the days of emus and Ben Eddy Shamu. Of that broken clasp on your necklace and Shamis Oh Shamis. Of that stupid pink hat! I love you, Ben, whether you knew it or not.
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