"Turn to the person next to you and introduce yourself" is one of the most common sentences heard on the first day of class. More times than not, it leads to a moment of awkward chit-chat where you and your neighbor exchange names, majors and maybe a fun fact or two. Rarely do these forced interactions lead to anything more than the occasional "what's the homework?" text.

Over the past couple of years, I've met so many people in my classes, but the "friends" that I make usually only last me the length of the semester.

But sometimes that's not the case. Sometimes there is an exception, and when that happens you wonder how you managed to struggle through class, and life in general, without them by your side.

A little over a year ago, by some strange coincidence, I happened to sit near the same girl in two different English classes on the same day. I'm still not really sure why or how we clicked so instantly, but I'm extremely grateful that we did.

If I had to guess, I'd say our friendship really took off that day we had our first study date in Boulangerie. I was worried that telling you practically my entire life story would scare you off, but it was really just the beginning of you becoming my life coach.

Going to class was suddenly something I looked forward to; I couldn't wait to hear about your weekend or fill you in on my current life drama. I paid zero attention to what it was we were studying (graphic novels?) which is why I probably didn't end up getting an A in the class.

Who would've guessed that even once that semester was over we would still be sitting in your living room gossiping about boys, or gushing about how much we worship a certain journalism professor.

Thanks for becoming the friend I didn't know I needed. I'll never forget all the crazy nice things you've said and the countless wisdom you've bestowed upon me.