I Am An Amazing Person

Me and her have always had a unique friendship. She never gave the mom vibe because I was her caregiver or when she was healthy her best friend. We would watch Maury and Law and Order SVU many afternoons when I had nothing to do because my friends weren’t home. Around 10 years old after all the memories we made through camping, bike rides, and board games to getting ice packs, adjusting pillows and giving all my attention to, she left for many years after she and my dad divorced. I never understood the option of divorce as a kid because marriage was supposed to last forever with a happy ending and all those stories. In mid July it was finalized and they were officially divorced, I was upset about it obviously until my dad talked to me and explained everything, then I understood. People come into people’s lives as we need them and leave when we need them to. When she left for a couple years I figured, it was her time to not be in my life. I have always been okay with the unknown reasons of life. Most people think they need to know why things are the way they are to sleep better at night to where I just

Leslie Chavez has been my close friend for 10 years ever since kindergarten we live so close to each other that even if we wanted to we wouldn’t be able to get rid of each other. It all started the first day of kindergarten when a little girl named Leslie I hated her she would always stole my pencil with my great luck she was my cubbie buddy, now we learned to like each other, our arguments have brought us together because we were so honest to each other. Leslie now has always been there when I needed her, once I ran away and dashed to her house in first grade. Leslie and I have been so close that she has been there to clean up by throw up and let me borrow clothes. Leslie and I are obviously going to still being friends after high school

She and I had an especially close bond. Shortly before my dad’s accident, both her parents had died. I was the one who supported her through a very difficult year. As a result, she always treated me differently from the other kids—almost like an adult.

While I was going out for a stroll, I saw Rachel crying on the park bench. I walked up to her and said “Are you ok”, “ I am so sorry for not being your friend Melinda”, “Can you forgive me” Rachel said. ”Yeah, as long as you be my friend”. We hugged it off and we caught up with each other and finding out what we have been doing. It feels nice to be Rachel’s friend again, I feel like I can tell her anything

There aren’t many people that I've met that have had a significant influence on my life. Many of my friends and family have had some sort of influence on me, both good and bad influences, but none of them have influenced me significantly. In fact, I can only think of three friends that have had a meaningful impact on my life and there is only one person out of those three that I would even think to consider writing about. This person has been there for me for the past two years and he is the only person to change the way I think and act in such a short period of time.

She thought I was really weird, well she still thinks I’m weird but that is beside the point. At first we spoke two different languages and shared completely different customs. Being the new kid from another country, my conversations with her were tended to be short and awkward and we never had much to talk about. I would laugh when she and her friends laughed, even if I didn’t understand the joke at all. I tried using slang as often as I could, even though I wasn’t sure what any of it meant. However, after an entire year of frustration and self-motivation, I was finally making progress. I picked up some more English and learned a lot about American culture and customs. Then I became even more engaged, I joined the school tennis team and even became the only Chinese cheerleader in our school. Slowly, I found out that Daniela and I share a lot in common: we both love reading, eating healthy and working out. Nowadays she helps me enhance my English and I help her learn how to be more

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

Dorothy and I have been friends for 11years now. We meet at a nursing home where we both work as CNA’s . She is no long a cna , she does something completely different. We can go months without talking and then decide we need each other. We can start right back up where we left off. We have been there for each other though up’s and down’s. I can call her anytime and she will answer. We need to spend more time together and commutate more. When she would call I would be always busy with school or work. I didn’t making time for her like I should. I hated doing this because I knew it hurt her feelings and one of these days she is going to get fed up with it and stop being my friend. So I started making

One of my nicest friends when I moved from Azores, Portugal to Minot, North Dakota in 2005 was Nicole Hamm. Nicole and I met at the CDC in Minot Air Force Base, in September of 2005. Ever since we met each other we have became unseperatable, until she moved to Florida in the summer of 2015 but we still talk. When we first met she was kind, and caring. There was never a day where she didn't make me laugh so hard that I was crying. When I first met her, we played 20 questions. My first question was what is your favorite color? Yet, her answer was neon purple ( not purple it had to be neon purple). As we kept playing I found that she likes to play Legos, and Minecraft with her younger brother and that she loves to watch Monster High and My

12 years ago, Gina and I had first met at a fateful Daisy Scout meeting—but 7th grade was when we ecstatically joined the photography club and bonded over photoshoots of the snowy soccer field, daisy bouquets, and the town’s architecture. Freshman year, she persuaded me to join the tennis team with her, and from the experience, I've grown to love the sport and even make friends at Shelton. Finally, in our shared classes like APUSH, we had a blast recording an 80s mixtape for our final exam project. Our friendship is symbiotic—I teach her trickier concepts while she pushes me to loosen up and say what’s on my mind. Before junior year when I moved to a different town and high school, we promised to stay close and meet up every month. Although

Throughout the years of high school we always had about two or three classes together. But that year was different we only had one class. She was still my friend so of course we still would hang out. But one day Asia and I were walking to class together talking about our upcoming birthdays and what we were thinking about doing. She was born on September 29, 1997 and mine is on October 3rd but I was born a year before her. Her birthday was the next week so she was really excited, I couldn’t stop her from talking about it every day in class. No sooner than that I haven’t talked to her on that weekend because her phone was off. On Sunday my other friend Tianna (yes we have the same name spelled differently) called me crying hysterically and I was trying to figure out why and what was wrong. She finally comes out and tells me Asia was being sent to the hospital I asked why but she doesn’t know. I told her that she needed to calm down and that Asia did have asthma maybe she could have had a bad attack or something. But most likely she was going to be alright because she was a very strong girl. She was probably going to be back in school Tuesday or Wednesday. We hung up and I prayed that everything was going to be alright and she was going to make it

When I was in the bad group, she had tried to reach out to me. In our health/P.E. class she would help me with homework and questions I had. But outside of class, she didn’t exist in my mind. Looking back now, I didn't remember her being in my class. She knew that I had used her but still helped me because in her 6th grade year she had had no friends and struggled. She was really a good friend and always looked past stupid things that I may have done. She always stuck by me, no matter what the situation and helped me get back on my feet. She and I are not always together in school, but we know that we always have eachothers

She was very nice, sweet and friendly. I invited her to my house, we hung out to other places outside of school and she was VERY shy there too. 1 year passed, we chatted through Facebook and we made videocalls through Skype and watched movies together. It was great, because she was a good listener and I started telling her my inner secrets. She was also a great advisor and a great friend; she never betrayed me or failed in being a good friend. Now, we're in Senior year, and we're the bestest friends ever. And I REALLY am grateful of having her in my life - she literally made me a better person and made me feel hopeful again... This is just a shoutout to everyone who reads this; people can be more awesome than you think, and they can even change your

When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost

Rachel and I have a loaded history of friendship over the past seven years. We’ve seen each other through thick and thin and have always supported each other through each trial. Rachel is someone I consider a true friend from her loyalty to empathize with me, no matter the situation. This girl has stood by my side through my drooling days of elementary schools, always willing to talk to me: the new dorky kid at school. In my awkward preteen days, I would practically stick to her like glue yet she never got annoyed. Rachel would never mind countless teachers screaming at her just so she could talk to me in class. She’s always bought me a Christmas present every year, with the most sentiment a person could ever receive. Though it has been trifling years of anguish for the loss of loved ones and melancholy situations, Rachel has never abandoned me. One time, Rachel stood up to my father while I was getting screamed at for failing the seventh