Friendship Essay : My Best Friend

It was all downhill from elementary school. No, my grades didn’t drop and I didn’t become a street rat, but socially, junior high single handedly ruined my social life. But from before I even stepped foot on the premises, I was destined to an awkward, mute, and sidelined three years: seventh grade, eighth grade, and freshman year. My elementary school, Central Road, was made up of two groups of kids, those who would go to Carl Sandburg, and those who would go to Plum Grove; and my tight knit group of friends would be cut in half when it came time for the split. Although there was more than 100 students who would be moving on to one of these schools, I was one of only 20 who would be attending Plum Grove starting in the fall. Of course, my

I remember how I felt that day, It's a feeling that continuously haunts me and no matter how hard I try to forget it always finds its way back into my mind. It's a mixture of hurt and anger because I never thought that someone so close could spread such a rumor. I would never do anything to hurt anyone, especially try to take my closest friends fiancé for myself. The reason for which she assumed that I was capable of doing that, is a puzzle that I am yet to solve. As despicable as this may seem, however, I am very thankful for this event, for her assumption has taught me a very valuable lesson.

Every school teaches at a different pace, and I just so happened to be ahead of everyone. I was very shy on the first day of school, and I didn’t talk to anyone. Moving schools is tough and now that I look back at my days in middle school, I was a socially awkward kid. I still am a socially awkward kid, but I have gotten better. I never had any friends in middle school because I was considered the weird, new kid. Kids in middle school would shout “Loser!” or sometimes call me gay. These acrimonious have left scars in my heart, and sometimes those words reappear. I put a smile on my face and act like everything is fine, and, for the most part, it has worked. I have “friends” in high school, and by “friends” I mean people who use me for homework and to tutor them. If I was actually their friend, I would get invited to hang out with them. I get the same excuse every time, “Sorry, I’m really busy,” but on their social media I see them hanging out with

Before my eighth grade year, I switched from a small charter school in Inver Grove Heights where I had gone since Kindergarten, to Blackhawk Middle School, a much bigger public school in Eagan. I didn’t want to leave my old school behind at all. Class sizes there were about fifty, and I had the same friends since Kindergarten. Every inch of the school was familiar to me. I knew all the teachers, and my mother was even friends with many of them. After eight years, I had developed a sort of sixth sense about the school and everyone in it. My transition to Blackhawk Middle School was one of the greatest challenges I’ve experienced. The change was drastic, and it was very hard for me to adjust.

I was 13 at the time, I had just transferred to a new school for the third time in the past three years. I felt more and more like a nomad every year. It was my last year of middle school and I was determined to make it the best before I started school at Granada Hills High School. In the beginning I was reserved and nervous to make friends like any other new student. However, I began to make new friends, it truly felt like my last year was going to be my best year yet. When it came to actual classes, I was not the best, I maintained

Throughout the first months of high school, I grew more comfortable. I had friendly acquaintances in each class and got along with my teachers. My grades were great and the schoolwork was easy. However, something was missing. I was embarrassed and jealous of all the girls who were hanging out with their friends. What was I doing wrong? I had friends in my classes, but that was all. No one wanted to

Friendship is when you find your soulmate, the way you keep that friendship stable and,strong is by having trust in one another, and fight against time

Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.

It’s been a long year. Too much of the past has been difficult to deal with. I’m sure it’s unhealthy dwelling too much on the memories. Perhaps it is time to start over and embrace the beauty in little things. There was too much heartbreak and loss; sometimes I don’t even know how I survived. There were days when it was too hard to breathe, and too easy to cry. Along the way I lost friends, and loved ones suffered from medical issues. But the basis of most of my pain was a boy. Perhaps it’s not surprising, but the same man who became my best friend in my time of need is also the one who broke my heart.

Have you ever seen someone treated so unbadly and felt as if you were the one being treated bad? Have you ever seen them cry so much, and it makes you cry, too? Well, I have the feelings is heinous. Imagine being hated just because of the shoes you have on. You cannot make sense of why, right? Well, that is how I feel when I see someone being treated wrongly because of who they are. I don’t see how they could do it someone they “love”. All I knew was this world is full of horrible people, and I have to love my sister unconditionally.

It’s been one year, can you even believe it? Time really does fly when you’re having fun, and my life with you in it has been nothing short of fun. There are so many things I want to say, but not enough words to express the appreciation I have for you. We’ve been through a lot in this past year. We have enjoyed the ups and endured the downs, but the greatest part of it all is we did it together. We both know our friendship is more than any other friendship you see in the world. Ours is truly special. We are not just best friends, we are sisters. I remember when we were just starting out in this amazing journey how I was insecure and afraid that our friendship would end up like my other past friendships. Me getting left. It never failed you were always there to reassure me I had nothing to worry about. We are sisters, and I’ll never forget the moment where you explained to me what that meant to you. You said this,

Have you ever had a best friend move away? Me and Emma had been best friends for 2 years. She was like a walking joke book because she was so funny, probably the next Albert Einstein because she is so smart, and the nicest person you would ever meet. We've lived in the same neighborhood for 3 years, but we became best friends 1 year later.

Growing up on a farm meant that animals have always been part of my life. We had chicken, horses, cows, ducks, cats, and dogs. My favorite was always the horses. The first horse I had was a quarter horse, which is known for their speed and agility (Blocksdorf, Meet the American Quarter Horse). His name is Gus. He was my best friend while growing up. Horses are a great creature and to build a bond with one is something I will always cherish.

Initially, going into seventh grade was absolutely petrifying, nearly all my friends was in a different T.A., while in the other hand, I was placed in a class filled with unfamiliar faces. Everyone appeared to be recognizable to each other, I felt as if I was an outcast, just a girl at the back of the classroom. At that time, the most bothersome traits about me was that I was shy, reticent, and anxious. I swore there must have been something wrong with me, how hard could it be to approach another student and simply talk or just plainly introduce myself. Although, I attempted to be as optimistic as I possibly could, I would still be able to be with my friends at lunch, afterschool, or parties. Another part of me that was incommodious was that I clung onto my friends, they truthfully were extremely supportive and entertaining people to be around, I cherished each and every one of the our memories together but sadly, we gradually drifted apart.

Asiah is one of my best friends she has brown hair, brown eyes, she's tall, and really kind and funny. The reason why I think she's funny is because one day all she did was just played pranks on me. She started out by just scaring me for no reason I just started laughing really loud. Asiah always liked joking around and being silly that’s how she always is. I remember one time she just gets up on the table and started dancing when we were listening to music in her kitchen it was hilarious. The best part was that she almost fell off the table onto me but I moved out of the way in time. We always play fight in her room when we get bored and have nothing to do. The first time I went to her house we jumped out of a window but it wasn’t that