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Today I am talking about how my best friend and I met. My best friend’s name is Sydney Rott. The story of how we met is a cliché but I am going to explain it anyway. We didn't know each other up until my Sophomore year and her Junior year. I decided I wanted to go out for the tennis team, even though I have never really played before, I still decided to join. Sydney was the number one player for the Harrisburg Tennis Team. I thought that she was a brat when I first met her, but as time went on I started to like her.

I was excited to talk to Ajaz, my best friend from the age of four to thirteen again. We’d had an inconsistent friendship (though we’d never fallen out) over those nine years: from spending every class and break together for our first couple of school year together, to barely speaking to each other later in primary school. Prior my family and I moving to Canada, however, we were as close as we had been aged four. Ajaz was already sat at our pre-arranged meeting point – a small park that neighboured our primary school – when I arrived our pre-arranged meeting point. We walked through the neighbourhood, passing the house in which I grew up. The conversation was predictably awkward, nevertheless, I expected the conversation to loosen up after

I attended school regularly, associating myself with the same group of friends. Social statues were not yet established at such a young age, although there was one girl in my class named Shanese who nobody ever seemed to associate themselves with. She was new to the school; quiet, unobtrusive and she always seemed to have a melancholy attitude. Similarly to many other students in the class, I disregarded Shanese and continued with my normal activities until one day when I decided to pursue my curiosity about this discreet girl. It was time for recess, and I told my other friends to go to the swings without me. Instead of following them, I made an effort to introduce myself to Shanese and invite her to the see-saw with me. She agreed, with a seemingly uncertain response, most likely because nobody had ever approached her in such a way. As we silently made our way through the tire pellets to

You know when you have one of those friends you feel like you will have forever? Well, I have already found mine. This is the story. The first of seventh grade I stayed with the same small friend group and didn’t talk to people if it wasn’t required. Fast forward to eighth grade and I had made some band nerd friends because they had my sense of humor and the same love for band. Band was probably my favorite class and the class where I could be myself and not worry who was watching. I had made some friends with some fellow clarinet players and found out that they weren’t that bad once you got to know them. There was this one girl, her name was Nina Zeiler, she was the type of person that hanged out with the outcasts and was more of a rebel but was on the cheerleading team. I tried not to talk to her then which sounds ridiculous now that she is my best friend.

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

My story begins when my mom and I moved from Crafton, near Pittsburgh, to my grandparents’ house in Schwenksville at the beginning of first grade. In Crafton, there were not a lot children in my neighborhood; therefore, my wonderful mother and heart rending loneliness were my only friends. Fortunately, in my grandparent’s huge neighborhood, there were three amazing girls that became my best friends. However, those girls were not enough to combat my loneliness. At times these girls were mean to me, but my caring mother was there to lift my spirits. My mother was understanding and always knew what to say when I was lonely. As the story continues my life will hit an unexpected turn when I accepted a last minute invitation from a friend to attend

Second period had just ended and you would see students walking out to the field. Taking it easy I approached the end of the ramp, I took a look around and I saw the many small cliques. I heard a faint voice call my name so I turned to see who it was. A teacher. She looked at me and signaled to come over. She had told me to talk to young girl who was by herself, just like me. I sat down next to her, we were both silent. I decided to break the ice and ask her a few questions and she asked some in return. We had some form of a conversation, and because of that we became friends. Best friends. I never knew that it was that easy, and soon after that our friendship circle became a lot bigger. I was able to laugh and smile just like how I saw the other students on the first day of school. I was able to come to school and enjoy it. When I was young I always thought that I would be attending Mira Mesa High School, I never had imagined graduating at High Tech High North County, until

When I was in kindergarten, the first of many schools I would attend, I made quite a few friends that year including some that I still know today. One of the friends that I made in kindergarten was a girl named Amelia. From kindergarten to 6th grade, we were good friends. Then, everything seemed to fall apart. Now, she seems to almost despise me for reasons that I do not know and hope to find out. Well from kindergarten to the end of third grade I was at St. Bridget’s in Watervliet. Then, from fourth grade to the first three weeks of sixth grade I was at St. Ambrose. Most of my friends from St. Bridget’s went to St. Ambrose after St. Bridget’s closed in third grade; so, I didn’t really need to make a lot of new friends or worry about being shy, because at that time in my life I was very shy. While I was at St. Ambrose, I made a friend name John, whom I still know and happens to go to CCHS “Catholic Central High School” (My current school) too. While I was at St. Ambrose, I pretty much did most of the bulletin board designing for my fourth grade teacher, Mr. Balcavage. He was really tall and he had huge hands. Some times in class he would pat some of us on our heads, and for most of us, his hand could have palmed our heads. While I was in fourth grade, my class and I were doing a project on the planets.

I met my best friend when I moved from the back of the room to the front to escape one of my former friend’s negativity in Mr. Stockwell’s AP Literature and Composition. I always heard rumors about Brooke being a bully or unpleasant, and I believed it at first because she gave me a dirty side-eye the first week I sat next to her. Then when I pulled out my lanyard to put my key back on it, she gasped and started up a conversation on the anime Attack on Titan. We were alike in more ways than one, which was one more than we both previously believed. My upbringing taught me how to judge someone before actually meeting them, and there I was, thinking I had my friendships laid out properly to the point of being set for life. After hanging out with

What brought my friend and I together was having the French language in common, we would practice the language and go to school together. However, she is a year older than me. We both went to the same elementary school and high school but when it came to University we went our separate ways. Barbie Basement from Secrets & Confidences portrayed the friendship between three girls that was created due to the fact that they all

It was the first week of summer, after graduating high school. Most of my friends were gone away to college or had jobs. Parents working and older siblings have moved away. It was the beginning of adulthood. I owned nothing to my name, I had no job, no car or any motivation. The only useful thing I had was a friend. Nancy, she has been in my life since we first met in middle school. How we became friends, she gave me two dollars. Those two dollars made our friendship. Just like Esperanza gives up her three dollars for a bike and some friends, Nancy did the same. She willingly gave up her lunch money, so I wouldn't starve at school. Since that day we became best friends. We had the same struggle and we almost have everything in common, and we

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

Growing up I had a lot of friends through school. We had our own group of about 4-5 people. We hung out every chance we got and back then were really close. Like most childhood friendships we grew apart. I’ve had good friends from my childhood, but not a best friend. It wasn’t until the end of my deployment in Afghanistan that I met a guy who was soon to be my closest best friend. We started talking and realized we had a lot in common. Even when we were 1000 miles away from home, we had a lot of mutual friends and grew up really close to each other. We grew and bonded as close friends with many positive similarities from the relationship rules theory. To be more precise the friendship rule. I’m going to use the friendship rule and

Today, I will help you learn to love yourself by using tips and tricks that worked for me as well as my own personal experience.

I painfully stepped into my forties with the reality that I was losing friends. This truth, as shocking as it was, did not happen overnight as the tapestry of my world had been changing for a period time. Many of my lifelong friends, in the past, could not go a day without us talking. As time passed and personalities evolved, we barely spoke. I found weekend parties or even simple lunch dates no longer happen. I initially, attributed the distance to my moving thirty miles away. As time stretched from months to years, I realized that our lives and interests were merely drifting apart. Many of the women I had been friends with since third, fourth, and eighth grade no longer RSVP for my epic events. I sadly turned forty realizing that "best friends forever" was more of a cliché than true.