Friends Come First

I love meeting new people and hearing about their experiences. I don’t know if it’s because my life can be quite boring at times, but any chance I get to hear a good, original story I’m there. I’m not one to say no to an adventure, or just any invitation out that I receive, even if I’m exhausted or have homework to do, you can count on me being there.

Not because I have that silly scared to miss out syndrome – FOMO, or whatever the kids are calling it these days, but because I genuinely enjoy experiencing new things and have conversations constantly about ideas and possibilities.

The only drawback with meeting new people, to make room, its less time you get to spend with your older friends, and that can be sad. It’s a careful balance between not hurting feelings and maintaining healthy relationships. The perfect friendship is one that no matter how much time has passed, you feel like you haven’t missed a minute.

I’ve found a few of these people at my time in college and cherish every minute with them.

With good people and good conversation, going to the same restaurant every Saturday can be an enjoyable time. Especially with a diverse group of friends, I always learn something new or get an interesting take. I love having my own thoughts and opinions challenged.

Just the other night I sat on a futon with 6 other people in the room for 3 hours, no TV or music, just us hanging out. We talked about things from card games to food to the benefits and drawbacks of recycling and what type of options there are for changing the voices on a pronunciation website. We found ourselves on that because we were debating on the proper way to pronounce the word turbine.

They are my Ferris Family and I couldn’t imagine a day here without seeing any of them. When I go home for break I miss them more than anything. They are the ones I call after any little insignificant thing happens in my life. Even the guys chip in on how I should paint my nails for the upcoming week. I can truly be myself around them, and they are the type of friends that when I take a step back I know they are who I have to keep in my life. 


Blood, Sweat, and Friendship

You only get one chance at a first impression.

Puts a lot of pressure on you, doesn’t it? Good thing that seems to have little effect in my life and I end up embarrassing myself no matter what the situation is.

Some of my most memorable ones would have to be the time when I met a guy on the football team when we tried to take a picture of him talking to one of my friends and it was just me thumbs-upping him since I was unaware I was blocking her out. He not only caught me taking the stupid picture, but was also tagged on Facebook. Just him and me. It’s not that weird is it? Keep in mind I had never spoken to him before.

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Or what about that time when I approached a girl in one of my classes because she was wearing a Taylor Swift shirt and I blurted out that her and Harry Styles just began dating before even introducing myself. Thank goodness she was a fan and that she also shared a passionate love for cats. We were just meant to be friends, until she moved to North Dakota a couple of months ago. You can say we keep in touch.

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Her way of wishing me happy birthday…

One I will never forget is when I was running on the track last winter, doing a set of stairs every two laps. Meanwhile another young man is doing stairs constantly, so I kept passing him, getting in his way a couple of times. Eventually I’m done and I passed him by the drinking fountain and went over to apologize, making a clever joke (it really was) and we had a nice little conversation, I said bye and left.

Sounds great right? The start of a blossoming friendship? No.

I meet up with my running partner shortly after and she informs that my lips are so chapped they are bleeding and there is even blood on my teeth. All in all, I hope I never see this kid again.

And I didn’t until this year. He works at our on campus cafeteria, and fortunately for me, the station I love the most is the one he is most frequently working. I don’t think he recognized me the first few times, but he definitely figured it out. He acts all sweet and remembers what I eat, which is the same exact thing everyday, so it’s not too flattering. But considering we haven’t exchanged words yet, I can pretty much assume he laughs on the inside a little every time he serves me.

It’s okay though because little does he know, my friends and I refer to him as “bloody tooth kid”. I don’t care if it’s an undeserving nick name and one that doesn’t make much sense. It sounds way better than “guy I met while working out with chapped, bloody lips and a terrible smile.”