My Experience Of My Friendships

Bigelow and La Gaipa (1975) observed children’s friendships by asking a number of children to write an essay about their best friend using the approach called “content analysis”. William Corsaro however dictates that in order to study children you must study them in the context of their own peer culture, he used the “ethnographic approach”. In this essay I shall attempt to compare and contrast the approach used by Bigelow and La Gaipa (1975) and that taken by William Corsaro (2006).

The school year approached its end. Another summer to spend alone by myself. The cycle had been repeating since I was in grade school. Sadness choked me as I returned home and shut my door. Every year, the resolution was the same: I would try to make friends next year; however, every year, I felt myself falling back down into the same trap. By the time high school began, I no longer felt the numb sensation of sadness or the flow of tears as the final day of May became the last day I talked with my “friends.” I no longer expected to make any friends, or, more accurately, I no longer expected to be able to make any friends. The sheer possibility of befriending an individual appeared to me as foreign as speaking in latin. When I walked into school, what should have been a site of chatter, opportunity, and growth appeared to me as a form of imprisonment and torture; however, unbeknownst to me, I did have friends; something of which I did not recognize until years passed by. I grown attached to certain conversations; there were times where I felt the need to initiate a conversation rather than waiting for someone else to make one. It was not until one of my friends told me,”We’re your friends aren’t we?” when I realized I was not longer

And with my first team. A volleyball team to be exact. I remember the day I tried out. Nervousness consumed me. I remember getting changed in my little shorts and a T-shirt with a high ponytail. We did simple warm ups, like setting the ball to one another, or playing bump set spike. I remember whenever I

When I was 10 my father suggested that I should try out for the Brunswick Bombers softball team. Never playing fastpitch before I was nervous. The hitting portion of the tryout came, and never hitting a fastpitch

Ever since I was a child, I was always a little sheltered from the outside world. So, as you can imagine I did not have that many friends. I have always been a quiet person, I usually just keep to myself most of the time. Once, I started high school that is when I started to make friends, this was pretty important to me. Before I had friends, I basically thought that everyone was the same, I was so wrong. I met so many great people, they changed me so much, I went from staying home alone and reading all day to, hanging out with so many different people and going to many social events.

As a little girl, I have been always told to act in a way that I think is correct. I did not the true meaning of that until I got to Grade 7.

As my heart grew for the love of volleyball, I took my talents to harder competition, Great Lakes at the end of my sixth-grade season. This is a very well-known team and they are very superior at volleyball. That was one of the scariest tryouts I have ever attended because there were over three hundred girls trying out for the volleyball team! The first thing everyone was tested on was "hitting". Every girl got in a line and tried their best to hit the ball over the net. Well, I was still in sixth grade at the time along with many other girls and most of us were all still fairly short. I was the next girl in line to hit, I had butterflies in my stomach like no other. I walked up to the ten-foot line and did my approach. Boom! The ball goes screaming over the net! I never knew I had such great power in my arm. Next up in line was the girl behind me her name was Megan, she was also short. Megan goes up to the line and swung at the ball but missed. The girls in the gym were laughing at her because the ball went under the net instead of going over. Suddenly

I went into high school with the idea of being the perfect friend to anyone that needed it. This idea was something that I desired since the third grade. I grew up detached from my family, thinking that all they do was judge others and by judging people, things will change into the ways that they want. I hated this when I was eight years old, and I still hate it now. Because of this point of view, this detachment has affected me socially as a child and it continued throughout my early teen years. Most of my time in elementary school was either me getting made fun of by my “friends” or just me sitting by myself. As I looked around all of my classmates, I grew the desire to have someone who understood me and be by my side most of the time I felt alone. I got jealous of these kids laughing with each other which led to me hoping that maybe one day I’ll be one of them. Middle school wasn’t so different. I was still very anti-social and by the time my personal tragedy happened in the eighth grade, I had just had enough of it which led

“Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness."[Euripides]. This quote means a lot to me because this is what I have in my friend. This is suitable on my best friend. She always supports me in my troubles of life. Life become easy if we have this kind of friends in our life. I met to Jasdeep about two years ago. Now we are living together. She is my sister-in law as well. She never treats me as a sister- in law. We always talk like good friends. I started to communicate with her after my engagement in 2016. When I came from India and It was totally different life here. But because of her, I never felt uncomfortable.

There is a type bond that is made between a set people who want to go farther than being just acquaintances. A healthy friendship contains respect, people who respect each other by means of equal fashion. Friends should often care about the well-being of the other person. Many friendships also include acts, whether they are acts of kindness that work towards the best interest of the other without requiring materialistic items in return. A healthy friendship also contains honesty.

Friendship, the outcome of comfortness and closeness to someone. It can only take a look, a smile, a few words, and perhaps just a few minutes to build a significant connection. A perfect match in which thoughts and emotions sink in together, for it has no form, no color, no distinction whatsoever. Meeting my other half, my best friend was a life-changing event because she was the first person I became close to after moving to a new school, the person I made the most memories with, and perhaps one of the most crucial lessons in my life.

When I was young, I didn’t have many friends. I was not very socially outgoing, but I had three great friends that were bound to me by the virtue of meeting at an early age. While I was not a popular young man; my three friends and I managed to create our own niche .We made our own little group that could become our refuge, our own world where we could be each other’s strength, entertainment, support in school, and eventually life itself. Acquaintances, coworkers and schoolmates came and went, but our friendships remained. Eventually, this came to be the foundation of a belief of mine in life. I would always believe in and gave my loyalty to my friends and was given back faith and enduring companionship. If only I had known that years later I would experience something that would shatter my faith in friendship.

“Lovers have a right to betray you… friends don’t.” This quote by Judy Holliday hits the nail right on the head. When we forge friendships, we expect them to last. No matter how head over heels you are for a person romantically, there’s always a little voice in the back of your mind that says, “They might not be ‘the one’!” It is not so with a friend. Friendships are based on the premise that you will always be there for one another, and when that doesn’t happen the sting is worse than heartbreak. It is soulbreak.

The long buildup to one of my happiest experiences began many years ago, when I first started school. This experience isn’t just one single event that occurred in the span of a day, but a transition that took place over a few months. Even on my very first day of kindergarten, it was already clear to me that going to school wasn’t going to be something that I enjoyed. I was very shy and withdrawn, and the other kids weren’t at all interested in being friends with me. The kids in my class didn’t see my quiet nature as shyness, but rather as something that made me strange. I was often picked on and felt excluded. Even though I always had a close friend through all thirteen years of school, I always felt as though I wasn’t fitting in like I should have been.

Growing up I could identify my friends whom I found to be more sensitive, friendly and imaginative. These were the friends that I could turn to when I had a problem I needed to talk through or someone who was sincere and honest in their advice while being mindful of my feelings. I could also identify with these friends because I have always been one to make sure everyone else is taken care of before myself. These “blues” are the most genuine people I have met throughout life, but I have also found in my classroom. Just three days ago, one of my students answered a question that normally does not volunteer to participate. He answered correctly and his fellow peer whom he is not within the same social circle could not be more proud of him. She was astonished and proud of his answer and continued to whisper (loudly) across the room good job with her thumbs up until he realized her recognition and smiled back with a thank you. I was so proud to have this student in my classroom showing such compassion for another student. This generation is criticized for only thinking of themselves and although not untrue, it is moments like that, that remind me of how lucky I am to have blues in the classroom. As blues strengths including caring for others and sharing their emotions are compromised by them feeling hurt or treated unjustly, they take it personally. It’s important to reassure and validate their feelings.