/Portals/2/logos/__TFMF_2vmsi045wvip5o453zp4sjng_0f3ae265-9b7a-456c-be74-6397a64111c4_0___Selected.jpg en-us Copyright 2008 - All Rights Reserved. Tue, 21 May 2013 20:53:03 GMT 15 By Alaina Sisson
GTG. Peace out. TTYL. Farewell. Adios. Ciao. 再 见 . Auf Wiedersehen. Well, what I’m trying to get at here is goodbye! Goodbye Titan Territory! Goodbye senior year! Goodbye overpriced parking passes! Goodbye waking up at the crack of dawn to meet a teacher that doesn’t show up until 8:45! Goodbye underclassmen sneaking on the senior patio for lunch! Goodbye Mr. Schwartz’s constant commentary on my college choice! Goodbye to keeping my phone in my locker all day and being cut off from the world! Goodbye to the mad dash to leave the parking lot after school! Goodbye long lunch lines in the cafeteria! Goodbye Dominion High School! Although I am excited to say goodbye to the bothersome activities of high school, it is going to be much more difficult to say goodbye to my family. More specifically, it is going to be hard to say goodbye to my 6’2”, 230 pound, baby brother, Kenny. While most siblings were arguing over who mom likes best, or who was adopted, Kenny and I were bonding and building a strong connection. Whether it was catching caterpillars from the trees in the backyard, building snow forts, or (and I’m sure he wouldn’t want anyone to know this) even playing dress-up, we truly enjoyed spending time with one another. These past two years in high school together have been some of the most memorable for me. I began by scaring him with rumors of how dangerous high school can be, while later on he scared the boys away from me with rumors of how dangerous he can be. He quickly became my own personal body guard, and I do not know what I’ll do without him while I’m away at college. Now, as I prepare to “start the next chapter in my life” as many college advisors, deans, and admissions officers like to say, I’m realizing the things that I am truly going to miss the most about not having my brother with me next year. One of the most difficult transitions next year will be adjusting to the fact that my brother is no longer one door to the right. I can’t knock on his wall to signal for him to come in my room to chat. I won’t be able to text him from my bedroom begging for him to bring me some snacks from the kitchen. I’ll also miss going to the Buffalo Wing Factory on Thursday nights to watch him attempt to scarf down as many wings as humanly possible, while still asking for fries. I might even miss him cleaning out our pantry every Friday night or consuming an entire cake after dinner. However, I’ll also enjoy the fact that I will now get a guaranteed serving of food without having to race Kenny to the dinner table. I am going to miss having Kenny there to assist me in manipulating our mom into buying us the items that we want, breaking the news about a bad grade, or joking about her behind her back. Of course, I’ll miss my mother as well, especially since I usually give her a daily play-by-play of my day at school while relying on her advice. Hopefully she won’t get annoyed with my numerous phone calls home. Most of all, I’ll miss her home cooked meals. A dining hall will never compare! I guess this is my punishment for all those times I opted for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. After my dad obtained a job at Freedom High School, my brother and I also bonded over our hatred for his new spirit wear for the Eagles. We even dubbed his car the “Freedom mobile” to poke fun while still expressing that hatred. As many may know, my dad’s corny jokes can easily turn that frown upside down. Perhaps I can have him create his own mix tape of these jokes, actually, never mind, I’m sure he’ll stalk me and write his jokes on my Facebook wall plenty of times throughout the year. Luckily, I’ll see him around if he doesn’t turn square. As a whole, I think that once I leave for college the biggest difference will be the silence at the family dinner table. Family dinners are a common occurrence at the Sisson household, right up there with listening to our grass grow. I can see it now though, my mother will still set the table for four, while my brother eats his share as well as mine to make up for my absence. Now that I have attended my college orientation, and I will be moving away soon, my brother will no longer be able to receive my help on homework assignments and projects. However, I know that Kenny will be able to succeed at anything he attempts, as long as he puts as much heart and soul into his schoolwork as he does into his football training, his protein shakes, and his weightlifting sessions. Back in 1994 I would carry Kenny around, but now he is able to bench press at least two of me. My, how the times have changed! Although I will miss having my brother around, I am looking forward to attending West Virginia University in the fall. Hopefully my brother will continue to succeed in high school, and possibly even join me in the fall of 2012. Everyone should look for my beautiful face on T.V., as I plan on attending every sporting event possible! Go Mountaineers! ]]> Wed, 16 Jun 2010 17:21:17 GMT