The Reason College Is The Time To Find Your Best Friend

The Reason College Is The Time To Find Your Best Friend

My advice is to be open to new experiences and people when you get to college - you never know who you could be missing out on.

"High School is the best four years of your life!" "The friendships you make in high school will last forever!" - I heard this too many times to count going through my four years of high school and after one year of college, I believe college friends are your forever friends.

So, why is college the best time to find your best friend?

College friendships are different than high school friendships because you are not being forced to see this person every day. It is a friendship by choice which allows the friendship to be honest and true. In high school, I remember those certain friendships that I had because I needed someone to talk to throughout the school day. Even though most friendships did not exist outside of the school day, I considered those people my best friends. After going to college, I learned quickly that most of these people were temporary friends and that there were different, more meaningful friendships to be made. High school friendships blossomed from convenience; you did not have to try very hard to be a good best friend because you saw the same people every day. Having a best friend in college is different because you must consistently make an effort to spend time with and be there for your friends. After you have established a strong friendship, you realize it exists on a very deep level because you have a bond that took time and commitment.

In college, everyone hopes to find the person who will go through all the firsts with such as the first day of classes, the first home football game, and the first spring break. This individual will be the one you choose to spend all of your free time with, whether this person is a roommate, a past classmate, a family member, or if you are as lucky as me, someone who has your same major and those people will hopefully be your lifelong friends. College is a time where you are searching for who you are as an individual and having the right people by your side who impact you in positive ways will help make college a successful and rewarding experience. It is important to find friends who share your same values because it makes it easier to find time for each other, to have things to talk about, and to not worry that they will ever undermine you or your values.

You get to choose what friendships you want to pursue. It is your decision to make on who you want to spend time with and because of this responsibility, it allows your friendships to be more involved and closer. Having a close friendship means that you will always have someone there if you have an off day or want to go on a random late-night walk.

In my personal experience - I met my best friend the day before classes started at a meeting with our advisor and every new student in our major. We began talking about our schedules and were looking for classes in common. We unfortunately did not have anything in common, but that did not stop the friendship. We had lunch after our classes were over the next day, and before I knew it I had found my best friend. We both chose to pursue the friendship and we began to go on adventures together, having dinner on our free nights, and binge-watching House on Netflix. We met by accident but I believe our friendship is fate. My advice is to be open to new experiences and people when you get to college - you never know who you could be missing out on.

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1. They will do anything for you, literally.

My stepdad has done any and every thing for me. From when I was little until now. He was and still is my go-to. If I was hungry, he would get me food. If something was broken, he would fix it. If I wanted something, he would normally always find a way to get it. He didn't spoil me (just sometimes), but he would make sure that I was always taken care of.

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2. Life lessons.

Yup, the tough one. My stepdad has taught me things that I would have never figured out on my own. He has stood beside me through every mistake. He has been there to pick me up when I am down. My stepdad is like the book of knowledge: crazy hormonal teenage edition. Boy problems? He would probably make me feel better. He just always seemed to know what to say. I think that the most important lesson that I have learned from my stepdad is: to never give up. My stepdad has been through three cycles of leukemia. He is now in remission, yay!! But, I never heard him complain. I never heard him worry and I never saw him feeling sorry for himself. Through you, I found strength.

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The big one, the one that may seem impossible to some step parents. My stepdad is not actually my stepdad, but rather my dad. I will never have enough words to explain how grateful I am for this man, which is why I am attempting to write this right now. It takes a special kind of human to love another as if they are their own. There had never been times where I didn't think that my dad wouldn't be there for me. It was like I always knew he would be. He introduces me as his daughter, and he is my dad. I wouldn't have it any other way. You were able to show me what family is.

So, dad... thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being strong. Thanks for loving me. Thanks for loving my mom. Thanks for giving me a wonderful little sister. Thanks for being someone that I can count on. Thanks for being my dad.

I love you!

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Dear Freshman Year Roommate, Thank You For Being Someone I Always Looked Forward To Hanging Out With

From the first moment we met and bonded over our love for bubble tea, I knew our friendship was going to be special.


When I was applying for college, I was concerned with supplemental essays, SAT scores, scholarship applications and letters of recommendation. I never took a moment to stop and wonder "What happens once I get in?"

Finally, the fateful day arrived where I made my college decision. I bought a sweatshirt from the George Washington University store. My mom decorated my High School locker with our colors. And most importantly, I sighed a breath of relief imagining how refreshing it was going to be to ride out the rest of my senior year without the stress of college deadlines weighing on my shoulders.

Unfortunately, that blissful serenity was cut short when I joined a Facebook group of admitted students, where profiles of smiling teenagers flashed on my screen accompanied with the fateful "I'm looking for a roommate."

A roommate. I obviously knew that I needed a roommate. It was common sense, yet for some reason, I had failed to consider the logistics of finding a roommate until that moment.

See, my mom helped me through my college process, but times were different back then. She described showing up to her college on the first day, not knowing who she had been randomly assigned. There was no Facebook, Snapchat or Instagram to help you communicate with the girls on the other side of the country-- or sometimes even on the other side of the world.

This was a new, unexplored territory where my mother's wealth of knowledge sadly fell short.

Lucky for me, I was accepted into an honors program which restricted the list of girls available to be my roommate to a list of about twenty-five. We created a google document which asked basic questions like "Are you a night owl or earlier riser?"

Even still, I had no idea how to pick someone who I would be compatible to live with for the next year of my life. The stakes felt high, but I was reassured by the fact that I grew up sharing a room with my siblings, learning some important skills about being low-maintenance and tolerant of others' habits.

I read through the list and found someone whose answers sounded similar to mine, figuring we had enough in common to be amicable, if nothing more, throughout the school year. Her name was Riya, and she had a cute Instagram, so I messaged her asking if she wanted to try and room together. She agreed and we put each other down as roommates when applying for housing.

Looking back, that decision was the best one that I made when preparing for GW.

Throughout my freshman year, I have heard horror stories about roommates who fight all the time, steal each other's clothes, refuse to clean or try and micromanage the other's sleep schedule.

All the while, I count my lucky stars that my roommate is not only sane but someone who I genuinely look forward to spending time with. We share ice cream and inside jokes. When the weather was heating up and the university refused to turn on the air conditioning, we even shared our fans.

It comforts me to know that at the end of even the worst days, I can come back to my room and laugh or cry (sometimes both) with her by my side.

I remember once, I was having trouble with another group of friends. I felt alone and isolated. I felt like there was nobody who I could talk to apart from my mom or my best friend from home, who are both supportive and incredible but don't know any of the characters in my life in the same way as someone here at school.

I have a bad habit of struggling to reach out to people when I'm going through something, figuring I am strong enough to handle it on my own.

While that may sometimes be true, thanks to Riya, I didn't have to. I ended up telling her everything. She listened to me rant, understanding how I was hurt, and advising me on the situation.

I felt so much better after our conversation, and the best part was, I didn't have to leave the comfort of my bed for the entire conversation.

Her friendship reminded me of my family, and honestly, she has acted like a sister to me over the past two semesters.

It is so wild reflecting on the year, knowing that next semester we will be going our separate ways, living with respective friends in buildings a couple of blocks away from each other.

However, even when the posters are off the walls and signs reading "Riya" and "Emilie Joe" no longer stick to the outside of our door, I know that the bond we created in room 217 will never leave us.

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