Happy New...Season by Julie Wicher, Sirens Half Back Perspectives Editorial Volume 3, Issue 4 January 18, 2004 Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne? The worst New Years Eve I can remember was when I was 21. I was home from college on winter break. Because I went to a school that was pretty far away from where I grew up, I was only able to get home once or twice a year. Time at home was always spent catching up with old friends and going out on the town to see what had changed and of course what had stayed exactly the same. I also used the time at home to take care of my medical and dental appointments. That year I found out that I had to have my wisdom teeth pulled and the only appointment available was on New Years Eve. To make a long story short, I spent that evening basking out on the couch downing pain killers and holding bags of frozen peas on each cheek to keep the swelling down. That WAS the worst New Years, until this year. It is no surprise to say that there has been a flu bug going around this season. Sooner or later everyone will get it in one form or another. If you have not got it, you are one of the very lucky few. I was at physical therapy the day before New Years Eve, going through the standard “let’s see how far we can push Julie without breaking her” routine. I began to get a pounding headache; one like I had never felt before. At first the trainers thought maybe I had just strained a muscle in my neck so they had me lay down and put some ice on it. The ice made it feel better yet I went home with a painful pounding still in my head. The next morning (December 31st) I woke up and felt horrible. It hurt to think, it hurt to move. I have never had a migraine before but I can imagine that was exactly what they feel like and I am terribly sorry to those that go through them all the time. My new years (and subsequently the few days afterward) was spent trying to find a comfortable position to die in. My only saving grace was the non-stop action of the college BCS. The biggest moment in the transition from 2003 to 2004 was when I felt I had enough energy to move from my bed to the couch and back to bed again. I was asleep by 8:30 PM New Year eve but I can safely assume that at mid-night the ball dropped, people sang and both fireworks and champagne corks went flying. The term “Auld Lang Syne” means ancient times or the good old days. I have just begun to realize in the last couple of years what that song actually means. The 2004 IWFL season is just a couple weeks away now. I for one am entering the season with very mixed emotions. It has been nice to have free time to spend with my family and friends, and I know that once the season starts that time will become very limited; ahh the good old days…. I also know there will be a lot of pressure on us (the Sirens) this year. We entered the 2003 season a new team in a new league. This year we enter as the reining national champions. On the other hand I have missed being out there on the field with my second family. I have missed the thrills, the laughs and all the emotions brought along with being part of this team. It is sad to realize, however, that there are some people that will not be back with us this season. I hope those people know that wherever they go and whatever they do, they will always be a Siren and they are truly missed. In the words of Robert Burns: And here's a hand, my trusted friend, and there's a hand o'thine We'll take a cup o'kindness yet, for auld lang syne. Perspectives Archives