BEEP! BEEP! I usually hated the sound of my alarm in the morning but this time I jumped out of bed. "Today is the day!" I said the myself. "The waiting is over!" I rushed down stairs, ate breakfast, and ran back upstairs to take a shower. Constanly whistling Star Wars music and playing with my air-saber--you all know what I mean--I got dressed. I looked at the clock, I got my bag and said my goodbye; 7:35 am, right on time. My and I brother got to our bus stop, hopped in, and we were off to school. It was what we did every weekday morning.

School was the usual: talk in history, get pointless work in careers studies, talk more in science, and sleep in english. Perfectly normal. The end-of-the day-bell rang and I was off home. I had a school soccer game and was forced to skip swimming. It was the quaterfinals, swimming could wait. The game was at 6:30 pm, so, with two 40 minute halves, the game would end at between 7:50 pm and 8:00 pm. Perfect timing. I would not interfere with my 10:00 pm show of Episode III. Or so I thought.

I arrived at the game at 6:00 pm. Half-an-hour of doing warm-ups and some quick plays. The game started on time and we were off. We went down in the middle of the first on a questionable goal. We we were putting our all into it but our shots were not going in. But with couple of seconds left in the 90th minute, we score and it were tied 1-1. Overtime. It was two 10 minutes halve and no injury time. "Nothing much I though." I said to myself. "One of us is bound to score and we have the momentum. It won't interfere with ROTS." About 5 minutes in, we scored. It seemed over. We just had to wait another 15 minutes and it would be over. But early in the second halve, they scored. I was dumbfounded. "WHAT!!" We screamed. We had it, it was ours. Now it was down to the hated shoot-out.

I was starting to worry, It was 8:20 pm and I still had to go home and shower then leave at 9:00 pm for the theater. The shoot-out was nail-biting. We were tied at 4-4 with five shots each. It was 8:30 pm and now we had to go into sudden-death shoot-out. We had a rule problem and the ref had to make a phone call, which took up a good 5-10 minutes. When the call was up, we continue and lost . It was bitter defeat but a good game. In the moment of silence, I looked at my friends watch and it was 8:55 pm! Oh my God! My mom picked me up and we raced home.

We got home and my mom told me we would be fine if we left at 9:15 pm. So I took a quick shower. My mind was confused: should I be excited about ROTS or disappointed at the loss. It didn't matter. I jumped out of the shower, got dressed, and we raced to the theaters.

My brother and I were at the theater at around 9:30 pm. I prayed that we would get decent seats. When we entered the theater, there was a line up from one of the theater doors to the popcorn stand. In other words, it was long. I checked the theater number: THEATER 1. I checked my ticket: THEATER 2. My brother and I dashed in, hoping it wasn't full. We enter and it was filling up but there were still some good seats. We pushed our way through the crowd and we got the perfect seats. I was suprised no one took them. We took our seat and I went off for some popcorn. I got a refillable bucket and drink. Enough to support us and not to much to make us go to the bathroom. I ran back to the theater, it was now full, and got back to my seat. We waited, while watching some die-hard fans in their cloacks dueling with their $15 lightsabers. The lights dimmed, the theater went quiet, and some let out a light cheer. The show was about to begin.

After watching the commercials and previews, the 20th Century Fox logo came up and the crowd roared. A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.... My heart stoped and the greatest movie that I have seen came before my eyes. The rest...I cannot explain.

When the movie finished, I sat in my seat for a while and it hit me: it's over. No more waiting, no more going on starwars.com to hear some updates, no more searching for new spoilers for the next episode. It was done. It was all done. It has been nine years and it was done. How could it end? Why did it end? The bad guys won. I was not like ESB, it was loss, it was faliure. There will be no more. Why? All this waiting...and it's over. It not like there was no more meaning for me to live but I was just...well...done. It will take a couple of days to sink in.

The ride home was, short. Mostly because of my wander-mind pondering. We got home and it was 1:00 am. I went bed with my mind still in a stand still and I concluded....

.....It was over. And I wouldn't want it any other way.