Sterling is on my case every day about school. If it’s not Auburn, it’s another SEC school that’s willing to bend the rules while they discuss business on the golf course. I thought that after winning the state title and Mason getting his record, things would cool down for a bit. But they haven’t. If anything, they’ve gotten worse. The expectations are there, even if people aren’t intending them to be. Just one day, I want to go to school and not be asked where I’m going to play football. If they’re not careful I’m going to tell them nowhere and become a hobo.As soon as the day is over, it’s Christmas break and I plan to spend most of it with my girl. My parents left this morning for a cruise, one I conveniently forgot about and acted all distraught about being home by myself for three weeks. Of course, Sterling took those pretend moments to remind me of my looming decision and how wise it would be to have it done by the time he returned. His words went through one ear and out the other while I was counting off how many hours of freedom I’d have.This morning, after they left, I played my guitar and I played it loudly.
