To my first friends in college,
I have never been the best at making friends. I talk more than I should and enjoy being in the company of others, but I fail at making the “connection” people look for when finding new friends. Thankfully, I was able to find you eight or so weirdos within the first two days of school. Though we have grown apart and created our clique within our larger clan, that doesn’t stop us from having our weekly family dinners or spending a weekend night watching a movie. Is it awkward? A little bit, but each of us are still growing and are still learning how to make friends. Sometimes, we may not want to be friends, but we most likely would not have stuck around after the first two days if we believed so.
To my first friends in college,
I never enjoyed school, and I know each and every one of you would agree with me if I asked you. Acquiring an education is hard and it’s gruesome. Not to mention, it’s even more difficult when all of us are lazy individuals who just want to lay in bed and finish the most recent season of Scandal or Shameless. However, we always find motivation out of each other. When I graduated high school, I graduated with a life-threatening case of senioritis. I never received treatment for it, and I entered my first day of college-level classes with about as much motivation and determination as a rock. Over the course of a month, that all changed. Our friend group cured one another of the disease. We went from complaining about homework to completing homework. We transiting from avoiding studying to avidly studying. We never stop complaining about the amount of walking we must partake in on a daily basis, but we complain together. It’s just what friends do.
To my first friends in college,
We argue. Just like every clique filled with a variety of different females, we have disagreements Sometimes, they last for a few minutes. Other times, we end up staying away from one another for a week. But no matter how horrible the fight is and not matter how hurtful the words that were exchanged sounded, we come back together and apologize. We never stay mad long, and our relationships among one another grow stronger. Each of us - all eight of us - have problems and habits that annoy one another, but we overcome them together. Just don’t eat my box of Pizza Rolls, please and thank you.
To my first friends in college,
Though we have only known each other for a small amount of time, we act as if we have known each other since birth. Though we don’t know every detail and dark secret about one another, not a day goes by where we don’t have something to talk about. We act like sisters when around one another - the worst set of basketcases any parent would dread having. We support one another when we are at our weakest and cheer on when we are at our strongest. We fight over food (instead of boys, thankfully) and get mad when someone else beats us in a game of Fun Run or Trivia Crack. Most importantly, we’re maturing and growing around one another just like individuals in a second family should. That’s all anyone could ask for, especially me.
To my first friends in college,
Thank you for being you. Even though we annoy each other beyond imagination, I can not thank each and every one of you weirdos enough for being yourself. Moving away from home is difficult. Leaving where you created so many memories with the individuals you proclaimed to be your "best friends" is difficult. We've battled through that together, though. We've created new memories by meshing together our craziness. One of my favorite memories was when we explored the downtown area while eating frozen yogurt, and we stopped to watch a concert outside a upscale grocery store. It wasn't wild like most of the memories other college students are creating, but it was content enough for me. By being you - whether that is organized, loud, talkative - you've made my first semester of university life something I won't forget.
To my first friends in college,
Here is to the rest of our lives - actually, maybe the rest of the year if we don’t end up killing each other over who ate the last package of ramen noodles.
