Personal Narrative: Homecoming Court

I shot my shot at my girlfriend on a basketball court, I kid you not.

This time last year I was a senior at the University of Illinois and it was our Homecoming. This meant we all ran around looking for an occasion to be a college student, interpret that however you may like. I was given the wonderful opportunity to serve on the 2015 Homecoming Court with 19 other outstanding seniors selected based on their campus involvement, merit and community service. I was in a parade, got to wear a cool sash and was in the halftime of the football game. But this wasn't nearly as eventful as how this homecoming weekend ended.

In the evening of October 24, 2015, I was gearing up to close the weekend at the infamous CRCE party. A party hosted at one of the campus' recreational facilities, almost high school-esque, but that's okay! I was previously "talking" to a young lady that I was very exclusive with, mistake one. I would like to emphasize that we were "talking". While this is a very ambiguous term, it basically meant that I knew where home was, mistake 2. If we're being completely honest, it
She asked me where her ticket was to the CRCE party. I was really uncomfortable with this because I felt like she cared more about this party than she did me. Especially because she only showed up to one of the Homecoming Court events I invited her to. I had three unclaimed CRCE tickets laying on my coffee table, but something deep inside of me told me not to tell her about those tickets. Till this day I am 100% sure that was God almighty. I told her that I didn't know she wanted to go to the party, which was true. She pulled out her phone and showed text messages that said absolutely nothing about her wanting to come to the party or asking me to secure a ticket for her. I did anyway because what kind of person would I be to invite her out there to only sit around while I went a