The Big House on the Prairie.
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Soapy
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The Big House on the Prairie.
tough scene
everyone focused on football when Baby Book just lost his mom smh
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Soapy
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HIGH SCHOOL
Booker Gurley III continues recruitment past National Signing Day
Aaron Harlow USA TODAY Sports
Feb. 4, 2025, 7:30 a.m. ET
Photo: On3/Rivals.com USA TODAY High School Sports Wire
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National Signing Day 2025 is in the books, but the top-remaining uncommitted recruit remains available for the taking.
Five-star Prairie View (Tx.) cornerback Booker Gurley III did not sign with a school Wednesday and is not expected to sign with the Texas Longhorns, the team he's been committed to for the past two years. Gurley, the top ranked corner in the class according to 247Sports, was expected to sign with Texas back in December prior to pushing his signing back.
"I don't think the coaches at Texas are really expecting him anymore," 247Sports' Brandon Wells said on The Dan Patrick Show. "He hasn't really been in contact with the coaching staff since December when they pretty much woke up that day expecting him to sign with them. It's tough to get a read in his recruitment right now so it might be one that bleeds into the summer like we saw with J.T. [Tuimoloau] a few years and probably more similar to Zach Evans where people really don't know where he'll end up at all."
In the past year, Gurley has taken visits to SMU, Georgia, Alabama, Texas A&M and Miami. At this time, it's unclear when Gurley is expected to make a decision and if those are the schools in contention.
Wherever he winds up, Gurley projects to be an instant-impact player thanks to the attributes that made him a consensus five-star prospect.
“Prototypical boundary corner verified above 6-foot-2.5, 175 pounds with elite length for the position,” Wells said in his scouting report of Gurley. “His tape and elite combine testing metrics cement Gurley as one of the most athletic defensive backs in the 2025 recruiting cycle. Followed up an impressive week of work as an underclassman at the Navy All-American Bowl with an "Alpha Dog" performance at the Under Armour camp. Smooth mover who can flip his hips with ease in coverage, experienced playing a variety of different coverage schemes but excels in off-man coverage. Ball production doesn't jump off the page, but has consistently proven to be tough to beat at the catch point on both sides of the ball."
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The Big House on the Prairie
Chapter Five :: Exodus, Part Four
Our move to Las Vegas was more an experiment in legal adulthood than a deliberate, well-considered next step in our lives. Teenagers running away rarely plot out the steps beyond the first few: get there, get jobs, don’t end up having to go back. Irene continued to be a lifeline as she needed a new roommate and didn’t hammer us on the rent. $800, every month, no later than the fourth. She had been supportive of the idea of two young teenagers, figuring out life on their own as she had done the same, moving to Atlanta with nothing but a duffel bag and a few hundred dollars to her name when she was just eighteen.
She would take on the role of big sister—teaching us how to stretch a dollar at the grocery store, which areas to avoid and how to get around the city without a car. Within days, she’d arranged for me to interview at the same car rental where her boyfriend, Kyle, worked, and for Keiyana to work as a “guest service liaison” at a budget hotel down Tropicana, where, according to Irene, “the worst you’ll deal with is European tourists and cracked-out salesmen.”
Irene’s apartment was a third-floor walk-up east of the Strip, painted stucco the color of a dirty bandage. When we stumbled through the door, Irene had already left for her shift but she’d left us two Target pillows and some clean sheets. Keiyana had never lived away from home; I’d only ever lived away in my head. That first afternoon, we tried to act as if this was a normal move-in, dividing the closet space and debating who would be nearest to the bathroom. But even then, I could sense a thrum of uncertainty in everything we did, the forced smile on Keiyana’s face whenever we would lock eyes.
Our first night was a blur of UberEats and Netflix, the three of us watching Netflix with pretended interest, trying to ignore the elephant in the room and pretend that this — any of it — was normal.
My father response to my move with a precise, surgical coldness. Not angry, not disapproving—just emotionally neutered, as if I’d simply moved to the next town over for work. I told him I’d be taking a “gap year,” that college could wait until I figured out what I wanted to do with my life. He nodded. He asked if I had enough cash. When I said yes, he wired me an extra $500 anyway. We didn’t talk about the reasons for my leaving. We didn’t talk about my mother, or about how the house was emptier and quieter now, or about whether I’d ever move back. I’d like to think that we hugged after that conversation but I’m pretty sure we didn’t.
My conversation with my brother and sister were equally brief. I couldn’t explain to them why I was leaving not because they were too young to understand but because I didn’t have the words to explain it.
“Which college are you going to?” Evan, my younger brother, asked me.
“I’m not sure yet," I told him, "I’m just going to be gone for a while."
Keiyana’s parents, however, were not content to let her slip away so easily. They called every day, sometimes multiple times, sometimes in the middle of her shift at work. Her father left voicemails that started calm and grew increasingly desperate, culminating in one where he simply sobbed and hung up. Her mother sent long, winding emails trying to guilt her into coming home, peppered with Bible verses. At first, Keiyana responded dutifully, then tersely, then not at all.
The first few months in Las Vegas were nothing like the movies or the travel brochures. We lived in the shadow of the Strip, but our lives revolved around strip malls and laundromats, clocking in and out at jobs that paid slightly less than minimum wage and left us too tired to do much but scroll through our phones at night. There were moments of adventure: a midnight drive out to Red Rock Canyon, a double feature at a discount theater, a party at a warehouse that Irene’s friends were throwing. But these were punctuation marks, not the sentence itself. The real story was the slow accretion of habit, the way we learned to survive without anyone telling us how.
I found a kind of peace in the routine. Work at the car rental was mindless but not unbearable—cleaning out cars, checking odometers, refilling gas tanks, and sometimes chatting with customers on the shuttle. My manager was a retiree from Detroit who once ran a bowling alley and dispensed life advice with the cadence of a sitcom dad. “You come to Vegas for fun,” he said. “You stay there for the reset button. Just remember, you can only hit it so many times.” I took this to heart, and for a while, I felt like I was succeeding at adulthood in a way I never had back home.
Keiyana, on the other hand, never quite settled. The hotel was grueling, the guests were rude, and her supervisor—a woman named Ms. Valdez—was a tyrant who timed bathroom breaks and threatened to dock pay for even the slightest infraction. Sometimes, Keiyana would come home with her hands raw from scrubbing, or with stories of guests who left the rooms trashed and tipped nothing. She tried to laugh it off, but as the weeks went on, her laughter grew thinner, replaced by silences that stretched longer each night. She stopped calling her parents back, claiming she was too tired, and sometimes she stayed in bed until noon on her days off, staring at the water ring on the ceiling and refusing to talk.
We got used to the city, learned its secrets. Where to buy cheap breakfast that wouldn’t leave your stomach turning all day. When to take the bus to avoid the morning drunks. Which casinos would let you nurse a single dollar at the slots for hours, just for the free drinks and certainly wouldn’t card you. We found a favorite spot in the mountains, an overlook off a gravel road where you could see the whole valley lit up like a circuit board. For me, those trips to the mountains were the only times I felt any sense of possibility, like there was a way out of whatever life we’d trapped ourselves in. But for Keiyana, it seemed to remind her of everything she’d lost. She’d stand at the edge of the overlook, not saying anything, her face turned away, and I could never tell if she was thinking about jumping or just breathing in the cold, blue air.
Next release: 7/31/2025
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redsox907
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Who this Edmonds fool
Sounds like Keiyana thought life would be more glamourous. Gotta work for it girl! Wonder how much longer she's going to stick around for a ho-hum blue collar life
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Soapy
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Caesar
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Keiyana gonna be getting cracked by three Compton yns in a penthouse on the strip in the next update.
Interesting route to take with this dude being a 19 year old first time frosh.
Interesting route to take with this dude being a 19 year old first time frosh.
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Soapy
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TALK TO EM!
she crazy, not a hoe.
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