Megan,
Where do I begin?
First of all, thank you. Thank you for being the amazingly quirky, intimidating, funny, and caring individual I know. I can't image what these past three years would have been like if I had not have happened to sit next to you in that god-awful, boring beyond belief science fiction class. Though I was scared to say hello, you quickly became one of my best friends, and I soon looked forward to going to class to hear about your latest adventure.
Being English majors is tough, and the classes aren't always exactly riveting, except when they were spent with you. Thank you for waking me up when I just couldn't take discussing rhyming meters anymore (especially when I snored). Thank you for sharing study guides, suffering through Friday discussions, and failing to read the weekly homework with me. You made me feel less alone, gave me confidence in my writing, and honestly taught me more about Shakespeare than any professor ever will.
We may not see each other all that often, but every time we do I find myself laughing a little harder.
I'm so proud of you and all you've accomplished. However, I'm honestly not sure how I'm going to survive next year without you. I mean, who else is going to read ghetto versions of classic texts with me? Who's going to pump me up for leg day at the gym, and who is going to blow my phone up with memes about not wanting to go to class?
You truly are an amazing writer, and I expect to see your work published one day (I expect a signed copy, of course). I'm being selfish in not wanting to let you go, but I really do hope that life leads you to success and happiness. You deserve it. I will miss you, there's no denying it, but don't think you're getting rid of me. I will come to see you as soon as I can, and I will continue to text you (probably daily) just to make sure you don't start to miss Ballantine, endless readings, or early morning work shifts.
Sorry for getting all sentimental, but I thought you should know that as hard as leaving IU is for you, watching you go is hard for me, too. I guess all I really wanted to say was thank you for talking to the shy Freshman who happened to sit next to you in a class you probably didn't want to be in. I'm not sure about you, but choosing that particular seat was one of the best decisions I ever made. Good luck in the real world (I know adulting is hard and scary, but you can do it. I believe in you!). Stay confident and sassy and know that I'll always be here rooting for you.
Thank you for turning the experience of a boring class into an unexpected friendship.
