To my best friend in a different major:

It’s always tricky when I need help on a homework assignment because you have no idea what I’m talking about. I ask you questions to help you study for your next exam, and I never know what the words on the page are supposed to mean. Our schedules are always horribly busy, and they almost never coincide. Any time I do get to see you, we always end up either eating, studying, or both at the same time.

However, we were brought together, and as we’ve ensured we never have a mental breakdown alone, I’m glad that I’m stuck with you as my study buddy and best friend.

Our adventures are few and far between simply because we both have vigorous schedules, but it’s always great just to have someone that I can sit in silence with and do homework. We motivate each other on unique levels since we have nothing major-related to complain about that will lead to conversation instead of actually working. We get food to take mental health breaks where we are able to enjoy each other’s company in other ways than just silence.

No matter what the case, your presence is always appreciated, and I want you to know that you’re my partner in crime and a huge part of my mental stability.

We’re never going to have classes together. The best we can hope for is a similar time schedule so that we can maximize our time together. I can never pretend that I can help with your homework beyond asking you questions that are already made and reading over things you’ve written to make sure it make sense grammatically. I can’t understand your major and what you’re learning, and I know you don’t expect me to.

I love how our friendship has grown because of school, and I love how we are able to be best friends despite the fact that we have no idea what the other one is talking about. And I know that we’re going to stay friends regardless of how much time we spend together when we’re not studying.

Thank you for listening to me talk about my teachers that you will never meet. Thank you for nodding your head like you understand what I’m saying when I talk about developmentally appropriate practice. Thank you for laughing at my stories about the babies I get to see in field experience. Thank you for reading over my papers and listening to me practicing presentations that I have to give. Thank you for understanding when I keep talking when I have little work to do even though you have a lot.

We’re different in so many ways, yet we never let that come between us. We chose different majors because we see ourselves doing different things in the future, not because we are incompatible.

I’m happy that we met. I’m happy we became so close. And I can’t wait to see where we’ll be in the future. I hope to spend more time with you than I already do, and I hope to cherish every moment.