Friday night at the football game, there were plenty of emotional people. We started off the game with the traditional Senior Night. The senior members of the football team, cheerleaders, band, student athletic trainers, and the JROTC lined up to walk across the field and get recognized for their dedication and hard-work. As for me, I’ve been a member of the Walker Viking Marching Band for six years now. I have had the pleasure of getting to know so many people and making so many friends that I will keep for years to come.
As I was waiting my turn for my name to be called, I looked around at all the other seniors on the field. I started remembering all the memories and great times we’ve enjoyed with each other throughout the years. I’ve known some of the kids since first grade at T.R. Simmons, now this is our last year together at Walker. Where has the time gone? When my name was called, I linked arms with my parents, the people who have raised me and been there for me no matter what my entire life, and headed towards Mr. Burttram. He shook my hand and then my parents’ as he was thanking us for my participation and everything we have done. I handed over the yellow rose to my momma and kissed her on the cheek. We went a little further up and got our picture taken, and then we walked off the field.
When it was time for the band to march on the field for halftime, I started bawling. After six years, and countless halftime performances, this was my last one as a Walker Viking. As we were marching our show I started to see some of the other seniors crying as well. I couldn’t help but reminisce the past six years with my family. I couldn’t help but think about all my family I was about to leave. At the beginning of Boogie Woogie, we did the scatter as we do every game. Usually my friend, Kaci, and I jump up in the air and high five each other, but this time I got our friend Lexi, who is also a senior, to hug Kaci with me. This was very saddening for us. We finished our show, and we met once again on the field to hug each other and just cry.
When the game was over, the band seniors got to go down on the field with the rest of the school for the playing of the Alma Mater for the first time ever. Of course after the Alma Mater there was a crunk circle, and then everyone got with their friends on the field, cried, and took pictures. Then it was over. Everyone left knowing that it was the last time wearing that black and gold. I wasn’t ready for it to end Friday night, and I’m still not. I guess I won’t ever be. I will always remember my experience as a Walker Viking. Forever.
By Ashley Cooper