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this past saturday, i spent a couple hours in my hometown where i grew up. i was raised in vestal, new york, only 45 minutes south of here. it is very convenient to live so close, seeing as most of my friends are more than two hours or more away. i decided to take the trip home to see my high school basketball team compete in their sectional game. it was very exciting, to say the least.

my friend sean has his car here on campus. hopefully ill get mine up here next semester. i miss driving. so, saturday afternoon around 2:00 pm sean, laura; my friend, and i took off south. lets just say with sean's driving, it didnt take 45 minutes. much less actually. but no need to talk about that. i like car rides. especially car rides that lead to my house. my parents are always asking me to bring home my friends from school because they love them so much. and, my friends are always asking me to go home so they can go with me. its a great relationship we all have. in the time we were in the car, we listened music and rode in the car. not too much more to do.

as we arrived at my home, sean laid on his car horn and my mom came running out to greet us. she gave us all hugs and welcomed us as she always does; with cookies. my mom makes some of the best cookies ive ever had in my life. theyre by far the best ive ever had. we sat around enjoying each others company. we only had a little time since the basketball game was about to start. we ate a bunch of cookies, drank some milk and it was off to the game we went. we would return home in a little bit.

going to my old high school brings back some memories, good and bad. i always like going back and seeing the friends that i still have there. theyre always excited to hear about how college life is and all that fun stuff. laura, sean, and i sit in the bleachers and wait for the game to start. my brother has also come along, but hes in 1oth grade so he stands with all the high schoolers that will stand all game.

there are a couple new faces on the basketball team from what i remembered. i guess that will happen when you go away to college. i know a bunch of the players on my team either from track when i ran, or just from being friends. the game lasted about an hour and fifteen minutes with my team coming away with the victory. the coach was old gym teacher so i went to congratulate him. he actually graduated from cortland a couple years ago. it was good to see him again. he was definitely my favorite teacher.

after we finally found my little brother we were able to leave. it was about 5:45 and we were pretty hungry. my parents decided to go on a date while we went to the game. i drove us all home in 'the shaggin' wagon' as all my friends call it. its a mini van. no big deal. anyway, when we got home my mom had prepared omelettes for us to eat for dinner. they were incredible. my mom is the greatest cook. that is for sure.

it was nice sitting at my own dinner table with my friends and family. we got to stay for a little bit. we decided that we would leave at 7. by the time someone checked the time, it was 8:45. the whole 7:00 thing didnt go so well, but none of us minded. we were having a good time enjoying each other.

the drive back to cortland was the same as when we drove to my house. loud music, and riding in the car. i will be home in a week. i cant wait to get back home again. dont get me wrong, i do love it here at school, but its always nice to sleep in my own bed haha. hopefully i can make it through this week strong and then hit that spring break hard. well see what happens. see you all later!

-between two evils, i always pick the one ive never tried before-