Friday Night Lights

Faith Lindell
Aug 25, 2017 · 2 min read

Finally, the day has come. It’s Friday Night Lights again.

After a agonizingly long summer, a summer that was just as exciting as watching wet, dusty-colored paint dry on a wall, teenagers were finally presented with the luxurious gift that was football games under the glimmering shiny stadium lights.

Approaching the homogeneous section of Prospect High School students seems surreal. Nearly all 1000 students are united; all wear the bright columbia blue t-shirts that read “The U” on the front with the school chant listed on the opposing side. All students are socializing amongst each other; there are no cliques nor divisions. They are one. They are Prospect.

With the wiggling of thousands of fingers in the air-a traditional start to a home-game kickoff-the game has begun. In all reality, most teenagers standing in the crowded bleachers care less about the game itself and more about what it means to be there…what it means to be a part of Prospect. It’s not just watching a silly game where a bunch of teenage boys throw around a stupid ball.

What does it mean?

It means that they are apart of a family and a community-apart of something greater. It’s about creating new memories with those you are closest to and those you barely know. It’s about embracing each other and unifiably screaming during cheers. It’s about loving life and those around you. It’s about being happy and being in the moment. It’s about it all.

This is just the beginning-the first game. There’s so much more to come, and looking around amongst the crowd, you know it’s going to be good.

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