Last semester, my boyfriend and I were beyond psyched to attend our first Christopher Newport football game! The entire day was geared for the evening when I would walk through the gates and root on my new school. I had been ready since I moved in to cheer for my new school and hopefully feel all the school spirit that comes along with the games.
The day flew by and before I realized it, my boyfriend and I left campus to get dinner before the game. Through the typical series of events that happens when you have somewhere to be, traffic was horrible, there was a wait at the restaurant, our waiter took forever to bring the bill and we ended up being 40 minutes late to the game. I was so stressed and angry about missing the first half of my very first CNU game that I was on my way into POMOCO stadium scowling and complaining about not having time to change into my new CNU T-shirt I had gotten to show my school pride. I was so upset, I was nearly crying from ridiculous frustration.
We got into the stadium and found some seats. I was able to see one of my best friends in the crowd and the cheer squad encouraging our team. I ran into a million of my new friends, and managed to calm down. I realized that I had been so caught up with making sure everything went perfectly, I hadn’t embraced the perfect chaos of reality. The silliness of my friends with their body paint, the screaming crowds that had annoyed me at first but were there supporting their team, now my team. Standing looking around the crowds and recognizing the faces of friends I had made, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of acceptance, a feeling of being home. As our team made touchdowns and advances I found myself screaming along with the rest of the fans without thinking. My boyfriend looked over at me proudly, smiling, and said, “look at you go, ya’ Captain.” Ahh that perfect moment when you realize you fit.