Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 31

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 30


Thankfully we didn’t have to be the pool until after orientation. Still, Jeremy and I seemed to start the day off wrong. We panically threw our clothes on, grabbed our backpacks, and were out the door. We would deal with our belongings later.

‘I must admit, I have become somewhat of a hermit now. Outside of the pool, I am a clueless human.’ Jeremy is different; he seems to thrive amongst crowds. He asked all of the questions to random people of where the freshmen athletes meet. Turns out all freshmen meet in the same auditorium, no matter your major. Makes sense actually because not only must athletes succeed in their sport, but we have to keep a 2.0 in our seperate acedemic major. College is going to be more difficult.

“Dude!” Jeremy waved from the doors about twenty feet away, “catch up will you?”

I had stopped following him. I was surrounded by people, that my body must have stopped working. I quickly ran to catch up to Jeremy. ‘I never thought I would become this type of person.’

Jeremy tugged me to the closest open seat which was almost the back row. ‘Wow. Living in my swimming bubble made me forget about how many other majors there are in school.’ There was a sea of people.

“Dude, I forgot how many people actually attend school. Look at all of them!” Jeremy said slowly gliding his hand through all the people.

“We really do spend too much time together; I was thinking the same thing,” I laughed.

“So what major are you in?” A girl in front of us had turned around to ask. Her two friends turned with her.

“We are both double majored. I’m Jeremy and I’m majoring swimming and civil engineering. This is George, he is majoring in swimming and physics.” Jeremy strecthed out his hand to the girl who had started the conversation.

‘Thanks Jeremy. Words were stuck in my mouth.’ But I took shook the girl’s hand when she extended it to me. I also nodded a hello to her two other friends.

“My name is Ellen. I’m majoring in Tennis and English. My two friends, Helen pointed to the one on her left, is majoring in only English, and Lisa, on her right, is majoring in civil engineering. Us double majors are in for an awakening. I’ve heard that it is extremely difficult to thrive in both.”

“I will struggle, but this one,” Jeremy thumbed at me, “will have no trouble. Hish school plus swimming was a breeze for him. I’m sure he will be perfectly fine. Me on the other hand will definitely be struggling.”

The three girls looked at me with amazement and wonder. ‘Just a lot of crap coming out of Jeremy’s mouth.’ High school was not a breeze; the swimming part was hard enough, and it was only going to get harder. Thankfully the host appeared and took all of the atention off of me and to the stage.

It was just the normal orientation. Do your work. Do your best. ‘Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Everyone knows all this.’ My mind was now wondering. I looked at the faces around me; they were all beaming with excitement towards their future here at school. My excitment wouldn’t begin until I stepped onto my turf, the deck. Jeremy nudge me bringing my attention back to the stage.

The host was speaking, “We are going to do something different. I would like eveyone to stand up from their seats.” There was a loud thud all all the seats returning to their closed positions. “Good. Now, if you are doing a single major please take a seat.”

Thousands of people sat down around us. Including the two girls we met earlier.

“Now anyone without a sport in their double major take a seat.”

Again several people sat back down. But there were still a huge number of people standing. ‘I wonder which ones are swimmers?’

“Now anyone starting off freshmen year with a GPA lower than 3.0, please take a seat.”

This time Jeremy sat down. He was close to a 3.0 but high school as he said was a struggle. There were now maybe forty people standing. ‘Wow. I didn’t know a 3.0 with a sport was difficult.’

“Wow! There are more students still standing than last year. I don’t want to discredit those of you with a double major of two acedemic subjects; but at our school, doing a sport means your life here at the school, will be much more difficult. Only the strong minded athletes survive. Now…Anyone under a 3.5 GPA please sit.”

Again about half of the students left sat. ‘Great. I wish I could have sat down as well, but there was no way Jeremy would let that slide.’

“I am fully impressed with the number of students still standing. Now…Below a 4.0 GPA please sit.”

I wish I was one of the ones that sat, because now it was only me and three others. My GPA was a 4.25. Hopefully the host doesn’t go any farther.

“Let’s give these students a big round of appluse!” The auditorium erupted with clapping.

I wanted to sit back down, because now all the pairs of eyes in the place were searching and ending on me. ‘I am really not a land person. Stick me in a pool and this would be nothing. Here…I feel so out of place.’

“Let’s welcome these students onto the stage.”

‘Crap.’ I looked down at Jeremy who was no help, because he was almost in a fit of laughter.

“Go on George. You had to be a smarty pants. Go get your reward,” Jeremy said while laughing.

Whatever.’ I started walking to the stage; if I hadn’t Jeremy would have definately made it worse. Eyes were following me as I walked down to the stage. One of the other boys who had been still standing exited his row in front of me. ‘Good. He will go first.’

“Yes. Congratulations you four. You are the highest scored double majored athletes of all the freshmen. You should be proud of your accomplishments in high school. Especially since they will probably fluctuate these next four years,” the host said as we took our place on stage.

I was in the middle of the group. ‘Which is good. Meaning I won’t be going first either way.’

“Now, they will introduce themselves. State your name, sport, other major, and GPA,” the host passed the microphone to the girl closest to them.

I had two people before me.

The first girl confidently grabbed the mic, “My name is Stephine. I am a swimmer. Other major is Mathmatics. And my GPA is 4.15. Thank you,” and she handed the microphone the guy beside her.

‘Swimmer. Cool, I won’t be the only one up here.’ My nerves relaxed a bit.

The next student, “Hello, I am Phillp. I am in Baseball. Other major is Engineering. And my GPA is 4.0. Thank you.”

He passed the mic to me. ‘My turn.’ “Hello. My name is George. I am a swimmer. My other major is Physics. And my GPA is 4.25. Thank you,” and I quickly passed the mic to the guy on my left. ‘I did it. If these people surrounding me were only swimming people I would not look so uncomfortable.’

But after I finished there were gasps and looks of shocks from everyone in the audience below me.

The boy after my was name Jeffory. He was in Gymnastics, other major was Architecture, and his GPA was 4.0 as well. ‘So yes. I was the one to stick out because I had the highest GPA.’ I wish the host people didn’t do this; just label people with something that might not be their focus. ‘I wanted to be know as a swimmer; not an academic student. Can we get off this stage already?’

“Let’s give these students another round of applause as they make their ways back to their seats.”

If I could have walked faster, without looking like I hated the attention I would have. I got to my seat and tried to ignore the hushed whispers and glances.

The host continued to speak, but I couldn’t focus.

“Good job dude,” Jeremy whispered out a chuckle, “it’s only the first day and you are famous.”

I shot Jeremy a look, the kind of look that if you don’t shut it you will die. He got the message and shut his mouth.

“Now go out onto the campus and start your future at College!”

As everyone was gathering up their belongings, I grabbed my backpack and Jeremy and booked it out of there. I didn’t want any more attention. I was feeling suffocated in there. I threw open the doors to bright sunlight and we were off.

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 30

Life Of Two Beat Friends: College CHPT 29

College was starting tomorrow. Our flight was quicker than planned. Our pilot got us to Montana almost an hour early; his explanation was that the skies were clear and calling his name to go faster. No prolem to me; it means we got to school a whole hour early.

“So, should we get some food delivered,” Jeremy asked as we entered our dorm, “we still have to pack up all our belongings?”

‘Right. I forgot that this wouldn’t be our dorm room in college as well; it was only for the two years of high school.’ “Right, I forgot about that part. Sure, what do you feel like eating?” Jeremy eyes lit up and I know he was about to say something super unhealthy. “Remember, practice starts tomorrow; also it seemed like tomorrow’s
practice will decide our futures on the team.”

Jeremy let out a sigh, plus a look of annoyance, “Why do you always steal my thunder; I was hoping to pig out our last day of freedom. We will be swimming robots for the next four to eight years.”

“Yeah so we should start now. Burritos?” I suggested because Chipotle sounded pretty good.

“Burritos? As in more than one?” Jeremy’s eyes lit up again.

“You can do whatever you want, but yeah,” I was planning on getting two myself, becuase my leftovers will be breakfast tomorrow.

“Sweet! I’ll order it right now,” Jeremy dug out his phone from his pocket and began searching for delivery services. “Same as yesterday?”

“Yep,” I answered him while continuing to pack our dorm room.

Packing done. Burrritos devoured. We were now just laying on our beds staring at the ceiling.

“Hey George,” Jeremy broke the silence.

I sighed before answering, “Yeah?”

“Are you nervous for tomorrow? We won’t be on the same level as the rest of the already team. We will be the fresh meat,” Jeremy’s voice revealed his own nervousness.

I thought about my answer first, “Yes and no. I am for the reason that we will be the “fresh meat” as you said, but I’m also not too nervous.”


“Because no matter what will happen in these first four years, I will make something out of my swimming. I will be going to the next olympics. I will be in the top,” I did believe this to be true.

“How do you know? Also where does the confidence come from,” Jeremy rolled onto his side to look at me.

“I just believe that noting is going to stop me. You just have to know that you will accomplish your goals. But,” I rolled to look at the confused Jeremy across the room, “you have to give it your all. Everything. You cannot backoff or hold back anything in practice. That has to become your attitude towards all practices and workouts.” ‘I know that was a little harsh, but we are no longer in the small leagues. We have to step up to the plate.’

“Don’t worry about me George,” Jeremy rolled back onto his back and stared back at the ceiling, “I won’t be like I was. I want to experience that exhaustion feeling of almost drowing at some point in my career. I will.”

‘Wow. That’s the first time I’ve heard jeremy say anything with so much determination.’ “Good. Because I will need my trusty sidekick with me as I continue down my path,” I chuckled rolling onto my back. THUD!! A pillow hit me smack dab in the face.

“Don’t,” Jeremy responded to my sudden action to throw it back, “just give it back to me. You know you deserved it,” Jeremy waved at me to nicely toss the pillow back.

I did, because I definitely deserved it. “We should go to bed, tomorrow is going to be a long stressful day. We have to talk to people besides swim people.”

“True. How will we survive,” Jeremy sarcastically said as he rolled his body away from me, and settled down.

I shook my head, but did the same. Jeremy has no trouble talking to anyone, whereas I can’t seem to be a normal seventeen year old and hold a conversation with someone who doesn’t understand swimming. ‘In the pool I’m confident. On land however, I have no confindence at all.’

Life Of Two Beat Friends: College CHPT 29

Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 28


Jeremy and I were standing in front of the terminal sliding doors. Mom and Dad were across the street watching us from afar. They waved us inside. As I waved back at my family, I looked down at Mom’s belly that held my sibling. ‘I’ll see you in the future.’ Jeremy pulled me with him inside the doors.

“Sorry dude,” as Jeremy walked up to security, “I didn’t know if you were going to come if I didn’t drag you with me.”

“No. Thanks, Bro. I probably would have stayed out there and missed the flight if you were not with me,” I acknowledged that it probably would have happened.

As we stood in line for security, I thought about all that I would face in my future. College, swimming, olympics, and a new addition to the family. ‘I’m going to make my sibling proud. They will be proud of their older brother.’ I was determined. I had a new goal. I would win for my sibling. They would have a role model to look up
to in the future.

We entered the first check point of security. The beginning of our future.