Attention Must Be Paid

I love attention. Not that I don’t experience my fair share of social anxiety, but when it suits me, I relish being seen and heard. And, like many other Yalies who desire a little more external…

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Click

Click.

For Nathan, falling back into third.

Seven.

I aimed the camera at Trevor as he smiled at the crowd, taking another lap. Click. That one would probably make it right in the middle of the page.

Six.

I was taking the pictures for the final track meet of the school year, but someone else would be responsible for designing the yearbook page. I was making it easy for them with these pictures. They were coming out great.

Click. Coach Strafford was smiling and joking with Coach Dennis, his assistant. Of course he was happy. Our team was going to win, and potentially break the four minute, thirty-two second record from 1998.

Five.

It was my favorite time of year. The end of school was always a foreshadow of the nostalgia I’d feel when looking back at a certain school year. The time of day was nostalgic, too; the sun was still fully visible, but somehow not impactful, casting the blue sky with streaks of orange. Everyone was somewhat calm, in a small, friendly town in the American heartland.

Traci, an unofficial cheerleader, held a colorful sign in our green and gold colors for Trevor. She got a click.

Four.

She loved getting her picture taken. As gorgeous as she was, I didn’t blame her. She wouldn’t mind getting a candid, even if I was the one taking it.

As I watched from my vantage point behind the fence, more on the soccer field than the football field, I couldn’t help but wish I was running, too. I’d tried out for the team freshman year, but didn’t make it. As I walked away from the posted results, dejected, Coach Strafford laughed with Trevor, the only freshman on varsity, Coach Strafford’s nephew. I hadn’t tried out again.

A click for Mikayla, even though she was only sitting in the stands. She was known for coming to every school event and shouting encouragement to the participants. The only event I hadn’t seen her at was our robotics club display a few weeks ago. All my organization of the event went to waste. Nobody showed up. I barely managed to get enough pictures for the robotics yearbook page.

Three.

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