Personal Vignette: Revisiting the Lounge Office
Before we could write our personal vignettes, we first had to identify different personal objects, places or people that we could write about. Those elements had to have a certain significance in our lives. Among the elements I considered writing about, one stood out the most.
“After being shuttled back to school with my fellow players whose parents weren’t able to pick them up on time, we’d be told to stay at this lounge room with a few offices and wait. It always gave me a strange feeling, to do that, as we were waiting not at the prescribed waiting area but at a place we usually weren’t allowed to be in. I know now why these places mystify me the most: they hold experiences only me and a select few have ever experienced, experiences that might pass into nothing if I let them go.
So, me and those few teammates, now in our rawest and kindest forms, would sit in that room’s comfy leather seats and just bond. No more jests, no more prideful remarks, and no more restricted movements related to the fear of being too friendly with a girl classmate. They used to treat me differently, always a little mean, as I was the only girl in the team and they didn’t want to be accused of being chummy. But in that room after training, it was just us being kids, kind kids who cared for each other and acted like what we felt like.”
