To my first college friend,
Moving into college was pretty scary until you came along. Instead of going to a school 15 minutes away from my house where I knew everyone since preschool, my parents would now be a few hours away. Besides a handful of people, I didn’t know anyone at this new scary place. It was my first time on my own, and in a different state. But my siblings survived it so I could, too, right?
Even though some people met their first friend at orientation or move-in day, I was lucky enough to meet you during the second day of classes. As it turns out, we had practically every class together. You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried. We would get food together, pretend to do work in the library together—you’re who I sat next to in class, and who I badgered about all the assignments I forgot to write down in my planner.
You helped take away the anxiety of finally being able to create my own class schedule. We enrolled for the same gen eds, ensuring I had a friend to sit next to for next semester's classes. Having a friend in my 8 a.m. made it more bearable to go, but even then, it was still awful. Knowing I wasn’t the only one suffering was a plus, along with always having a friend to grab breakfast with.
While we missed the boat on living together, you were always my saving grace. If I needed a breath of fresh air and a moment away from my roommates, I could always count on you. You always offered me advice and your opinion, and it was usually exactly what I needed to hear. Your door was always open to me and your roommates soon became my friends as well.
Besides class time and just hanging out, we were together every night on the weekends. You were right by my side, joining in on reckless decisions at the bar. Knowing that I wasn’t the only one who let the drinks get the best of me really made the hangover a little less painful. But the most fun is reliving the night the next morning over brunch, in disbelief over the events of the night before.
Amidst our fun, getting in fights with friends is inevitable, but somehow I always cared most about fixing things with you first. You were my best and continue to be the greatest friend I’ve ever had. Thanks for making college so great and dealing with me for so long. It’s safe to say that you made what some people consider “the best four years of your life” a heck of a lot better for me.
Lovingly,
A very grateful friend
