Sing, my old friend,

You have been my constant for months. You have been my schedule and my life. I have devoted myself to you, and you have not disappointed me.

Sing, you taught me that anything is possible. You taught me that I could dance in the front row of a Broadway-style act and not make a fool of myself. You taught me that the girl who sits in the back of meetings and complains actually isn't so bad after all. You taught me to be patient with those who ask far too many questions about absolutely stupid things. You taught me to act and that it was okay to act like someone I'm not. Sing, you taught me time-management (sort of). Through you, I learned that I had to effectively manage my time or my grades would go directly Satan's abode. Because of you, they still kind of did.

Sing, you have caused me drama. You have caused my grades to tremble (see *drop) and have caused my sleep schedule to smash into a million pieces, but you are worth it. You have changed the habits of my social life and caused obscenely long naps at bizarre hours of the day.

You have fit men into leggings and short shorts. You have placed women into hairnets and overalls. You have made men wear eyeliner and women wear a lot of black makeup.

You have given me the opportunity to laugh at my friends and their terrible dancing abilities. You have given me the chance to see surprising talents come out of the quietest humans. You have caused hard work and much fun.

The time has come for us to say goodbye. You will be missed. You were a wonderful partner for the past two months. I learned so much from you. I met incredible people that I never would have known if not for you.

You have changed lives and created some really incredible friendships. Thank you for existing and for giving me some of my favorite days in college.

I would not trade you for the world. Okay, I might, but you're still pretty great. Thanks for the years of memories with the people I don't ever want to leave.

Until Pigskin,

A Humble and Exhausted Participant