Shalom, Seniors.

The banquet at the end of the year means that softball season is almost over, finals are around the corner, and that your time with your seniors is almost up. I can’t speak for every team, but I can speak for mine in saying that this has been the greatest senior class yet.

Not only are thIMG_2350.jpgey taking care of business on the field, with five conference sweeps and an early birth to the conference tournament, off the field they’re doing their job as well. Our senior class has taught me so much about what it takes to be a good teammate and a good student.

If I’m ever in need of inspiration I know I can always count on them. I’ve cried on many of their shoulders and will definitely miss them when they leave. I hope that when my senior year rolls around I, too, will have underclassmen writing about how much they’ll miss their senior class.

Thank you, Class of 2016.


P.S. These two bring the group average down.The other five seniors are pretty I promise.

Extra Crispy

“Mom I’m just a burnt chicken nugget with a broken fin like nemo.” This is how I ended a conversation with my mom the other day. I like myself (most days) I promise. The end of the school year means stress, stress, and more stress.

I’ve found that I take my bad days out on myself. That might sound weird, but whether it’s how I talk about myself to my mom or believing someone else’s negative comments about me, it’s me who takes the L.

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Despite all of this, I am so grateful to have a place where I don’t have to worry about anything, it’s our softball field. Even though I can’t play, this field and the girls on it bring me so much happiness.

After spending all day cooped up in a classroom it’s nice to be able to come to the field and forget about it all. It also helps that I have the best teammates around, many of which I look up to. Everybody deserves to have a special place that makes them feel better, this diamond filled with dirt just happens to be mine.



P.S. please don’t tell them I said that, their heads will get too big and I’ll have to deny it.

And Then There Were Five

This weekend we had the privilege of participating in the North Texas Mean Green Spring Fling Tournament. It was a joyful ten hour bus trip from Thibodaux but a trip that most of the parents made anyway. On Saturday after being handed our first loss of the weekend by North Texas, most of the team was able to go into the comforting arms of their families.

As my roommate and I started to realize that we might be the only two girls without families to go to dinner with, we started to feel even worse than that lost could’ve made us feel.

FullSizeRender.jpgOur dim moods were quickly changed when we saw three more of our teammates get on the bus. Before we knew it we were cutting up and having a good time, even trying to convince the youngest to go ask coach if we would be allowed to order sweet tea at dinner.

What easily could’ve been a night filled with us missing our families even more than usual, turned into a memory that us “orphans” will always cherish.

Your teammates will always have your back.


P.S. none of us had the cojones to ask coach, we had water with our dinners.