I’ve never been the best at making friends. I feel awkward starting conversations, and I feel even more awkward maintaining them. I never liked small-talk, and I think that always worked to my disadvantage in that the majority of people tend to start a conversation by asking how school is going, or even worse, by talking about the weather. Polite, courteous and sometimes forced interactions have never been my thing, and I’m glad they were never yours, either.
Honestly, I have the best roommate ever, but I came into school thinking that she probably wanted nothing to do with me. She’s incredibly gorgeous, which I will admit was slightly intimidating, and from what I could tell, she had a lot of friends back home. I painted this picture in my head of the prom queen who was way out of my friendship league (do those even exist?), but in the end, I guess I was wrong about all of that. Within a week or two, we were speaking each others' languages (which happen to be eerily similar) by communicating through looks and strange noises only. I am incredibly grateful that she has the same music taste as I do, and that she never turns down a midnight trip to Wendy’s. I definitely couldn’t have asked for someone better to take on the terrors of college with.
The third friend I made at school is constantly the life of the party. I’ve never met someone who could have as much fun as she does regardless of the circumstances. Nothing stands in the way of her and a good time, and I’m appreciative of her making me go out, even when I don’t necessarily feel like it. What’s the point of college if you’re sitting in your dorm room the entire time? I’m so happy that she never lets me be as lame as I have the potential to be, and that we went to a Mayday Parade concert in October because that was almost as amazing as she is.
Last, but certainly not least, I’m thankful for the best friend who is always there when I need her and allows me to talk about the annoying things that I’m sure she get tired of just like everyone else. Boy troubles that I talked about at both lunch and dinner? She lets me repeat it over and over again and doesn’t even tell me to shut up, which I can’t even begin to express how thankful I am for. When I’m insanely tired and lazy but need my hair done, she’s one step ahead of me by offering to straighten or braid it. When I have homework that I’m not motivated enough to finish, a trip to the library with her focuses me (shout-out to you for my good grades, you deserve it.) I could never thank her enough for being logical when I am being anything but that, and for letting me talk, no matter how trivial the subject may be.
Sure, some things never change. I’m not the type of person to walk across campus for dinner and stop to talk to fifteen people on the way there, but I really lucked out in the best friend department this time (Madison, Matt, don’t take offense to that, as I certainly have lucked out before and I promise I’ll love you guys forever). I guess all I can really say is that the anxiousness regarding a new environment was for nothing because I found a few people who I wouldn’t want to go through college without.
