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### [22. Senior Sunday](https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/36689696822564694435897895103382216197122687226587959880145830627675509620737) 

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Fast forward a few years later and It's my senior year of high school. This was one of my favorite senior pictures. Between football and running track, I spent countless hours on this field.

### [23. Friday Night Lights](https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/36689696822564694435897895103382216197122687226587959880145830628775021248513)

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Senior year was by far my favorite year of football. Most of us on the team had been playing together since 8th grade so we knew exactly how to feed off of each other. I was a starting WR, CB, and Kicker. I wasn't the best, but I was willing to do whatever it takes for the team. We went on to make the playoffs, but we lost in the first round after a near-heroic comeback. This season holds a special place in my heart.

### [24. Food Poisoning on Christmas](https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/36689696822564694435897895103382216197122687226587959880145830629874532876289)

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By far the worst Christmas I've ever had. The party this year was at Luis' house and it was funny sweater themed. I threw on a nice shirt and tie (just a horrible outfit) with my ugly sweater. Luis and I were hanging out upstairs playing his Xbox when it started to hit me. I could feel the food in my stomach start moving around. I decided to go home and at midnight is when it began. I started to puke. It's a good thing my bedroom was right next to the bathroom because I spent the rest of that night going back and forth every hour until about 9 in the morning. Rough Christmas.