Homecoming is a special time. The excitement begins long before the Friday night game, where the stands are packed with students sporting mums and some girls proudly wearing their date’s football jerseys. Alumni return, sharing in the nostalgia, while we cheer on the Lions with everything we’ve got.
Then, it’s Saturday. While the official start of Hoco might be 8 p.m., the day really kicks off much earlier. Whether it’s an early trip to the salon, a barber session or, in my case, a morning film session with the football team, the preparations build anticipation. Picking up freshly pressed clothes from the dry cleaners, carefully getting ready at home and then dashing out the door to pick up your date all feel like steps in a familiar and thrilling routine.
The picture party is next. There, we capture moments that will eventually turn into memories, laughing with friends, sharing stories or finding the perfect pose. Then comes dinner, a meal shared with people who’ve become part of your journey. There’s light chatter all around and a sense of calm before the storm.
After dinner, there’s the bus ride. Everyone can feel it—the excitement barely contained as we pull up to the venue. And that’s when the festivities begin.
Reflecting on my four years of Homecoming, I’ve realized that what makes this night so unique is more than the music or the mosh pit. It’s the way it brings us all together. Hoco isn’t just a chance to jump up and down with your friends; it’s a night that unites everyone. There’s something for everyone, from playing poker in the back or losing yourself in the middle of the dance floor.
Homecoming had an extra layer for me this year—being crowned Hoco King. It was an honor, but what stood out the most was the dance with the queen. As my friends surrounded us, singing along to “Tennessee Whiskey,” I realized it wasn’t just my moment; it was all of ours.
Homecoming, in its own way, creates a bond. Side by side, we danced, sang and celebrated together. It didn’t matter if we were close friends or simply classmates; there was unity. That’s what makes it unforgettable. We may not always remember the details, but we will all remember how we felt—together.
