Classes officially started yesterday for me.
Of course, only three. Spanish at the community college, math with the mother and anatomy homework by…myself.
I dislike the beginning of school, it’s like an invisible force that blocks me in. I can’t go off on my spontaneous “adventures”, I can’t have sleepovers with my friends on week days, I have to sit at my desk and study for tests, worrying about whether I’ll get into a decent college or fail a class.
With school comes long, boring hours at home. Long, boring hours in classes.
Last night something struck me. I’m not sure if it was worrying about doing a college class for the first time, just the sheer amount of reality that hit me, or my own stupid brain freaking out but I felt just absolutely awful.
I went looking for comfort from friends but unfourtanetly, my first source – namely my sister who I whine about everything to – was busy so I emailed three friends asking them to pray for me.
Half an hour later I’ve gotten texts, emails, facebook messages, and calls from all three of them. You can’t say that about many people.
One of the friends literally read my email and picked up the phone where she reassured me that I wasn’t such a loser.
I love my friends.
and I don’t have anything brillant or witty to say about them but I love them.
In fact, I’ll steal someone else’s words:
“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out”
“A real friend is the one who is there for you when he’d rather be anywhere else”
“A friend is one who believes in you even when you don’t believe in yourself”
“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…it has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that gives value to survival”
“Friendship is one mind in two bodies”
