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My athletic talents, while very real, have never really been appropriately recognized. Since I am not on a school team, I just don’t have a venue in which to shine athletically. But I have worked hard to change that.
According to Terry Abad, the head of the Lowell Alumni Association, 39,260 Lowell students have walked the halls of the long, low block building at 1101 Eucalyptus Drive. Every year, a tide of about 600 students circulate into their first “reg,” and another 600 flow out across the graduation stage. Out of the hoards of those out-spoken drama geeks, party boys, and everyday Lowell nerds, who can remember any one of these alumni?
I’ve always had a reputation for being a loudmouth. Not in the bad way, like someone who blabs about secrets and can’t resist a snide comment, but literally: I talk a lot, and I talk loud.
I have a secret to tell. I love Arsenal Football Club. The English Premier League (EPL) football (“soccer” if you live in America) team from North London is my hidden obsession, but one that I can’t fully explain.
Some people long to travel to see the storybook villages, cobblestone squares and romantic streets of Europe. When I was four years old, I was thousands of feet above the icy Atlantic, on a plane with all of my belongings following me to a small farming town in the fields of southeast Germany, miles away from any city. I was about to begin living the dream of most footloose people and I didn’t even know it.
