My Friend Is My Best Friend

Rather than attempting to develop the bravery and confidence to talk to others, I created a submissive, people-pleasing personality for myself. This continued throughout middle school, in which I did not express my opinions in fear of being judged heavily and losing a friend. However, the decision didn’t positively affect

I was not confident in my actions, but I was able to disregard what others said at the expense of closer ties with my friends. By creating this persona I created a shell for myself. One that nurtured my shyness to unfamiliar experiences and shielded me from saying a word. When I began high school, I told myself that I could start fresh and be a new person. Although, even as a junior, I only managed to succeed in disposing of the depressing, serious attitude. I still do not talk much, but I am open to new experiences and can accept some form of humiliation or

As we get older, we begin to develop an attraction for other people. This is normal in most of people's life. That is my current case. I have developed feelings for a girl and now I am feeling things I have not felt before. I stepped up to the challenge and asked the girl I am attracted to on a date. I got a yes for an answer as I expected but this only threw me into a nervous state of mind. This is a girl who has been my best friend for several years and we were romantically involved for some time but things fell apart as she moved to a different state for college. As spring break is upon us she is returning home for a short period of time. I intend to take this opportunity to just talk with her and orient my feelings to the proper place.

Reflecting on my years in school, my experiences weren’t like those of Alison or Stephanie. I was the quiet one who just never talked to anyone. I would mind my own business and not pay attention to the drama going around me. As I went into high school, I became more social with my classmates, and more confident in myself. However, I didn’t encounter any problems with any of my classmates, like Alison and Stephanie.

To begin, I met Oniqa about 5 years ago during my freshman year of high school. It was our first class of Physical Education in the gym playing volleyball. After some instructions from our teacher broke the class up into partners, and surprise my partner was Oniqa. Both of us were extremely shy, quiet, and didn’t talk much during the 45 minutes we spent hitting a ball back and forth. Luckily our friendship didn’t with second period PE. With time we became good friends. In reality, the first day we met wasn’t the start to the typical friendship. Looking back, we were an unlikely pairing that without realizing it had many similarities and experiences. Despite our somewhat awkward first encounter, the following years spent getting to know each other better I learned she was a lot more than a shy girl in my PE class.

I walked into class and instantly clicked with this really funny girl. She was super friendly and even showed me around the school. She seemed as if she was popular so I was kind of excited to get to become friends with her. I even got comfortable enough to tell her why I left my last school. She introduced me to her group of friends and they were exactly what I imagined they'd be like. One of the girls looked really familiar but I thought nothing

So this girl from the football game happened to be the director of this specific snowball. So she had planned it all and was kind of in charge of it. She ALSO happened to be my snowball group leader. On the first day of snowball (which was Friday) some upperclassmen were telling me that she was super excited to have me in her snowball group and kept on talking about it. To me this was shocking news, I honestly didn't think she would remember me but I guess we were both pretty excited to be in each other's group, so this kinda built my confidence up and I was a little more willing to want to get to know her. Throughout the weekend I had gotten to get know almost everything about her, she had a great personality and was such an uplifting person. We were talking a ton and I think from that point it was safe to say we were finally friends. During one of our small group meets she had admitted to thinking I was cute, she also told me she would look at me in hallways and wished that we were friends so she could start talking to me and she always thought I seemed like such a great person to talk

On the first day of tenth grade, when we first saw each other, we smiled and said hi. We both seemed genuinely happy to see each other. I went to sit down at her lunch table. We sat at the same lunch table every year that we had the same lunch, including the year before—ninth grade. So, of course, for this year, I knew my spot was right by wherever she sat. As soon as I sat down, I noticed she became slightly uncomfortable. The day went on, and I noticed there was something different about her. She spoke to another friend of hers for most of the lunch period and acted peculiarly when I spoke her, making me a little upset—but not all that

At school, I wanted to express my desire to travel and attend concerts, but I struggled to find powerful connections and identify with my peers. But with this group, there was no need to impress; each girl introduced such a unique characteristic and the relationships felt so important and genuine. I felt free to share my ideas and my quirky sense of humor without judgement. Eventually, I exhibited the confidence that I was never strong enough to pursue on my own.

Walking down the halls 3 months into 6th grade and still with no one to talk to I realized I would have to overcome my fear and be more social. Through the years i’ve often had trouble talking to people, sometimes I was able to overcome it and talk to them anyway, other times I wasn’t as successful. Because I worked harder when trying to talk to people, I asked others for help, and I had more conversations with people, I have become more social and will be able to succeed more during my high school experience.

I had a good girl friend earlier in life that I thought of like a sister. We use to spend a lot of time together with eachother's families and all our other friends who were mutual. I never thought of our relationship as anything other than platonic, however one day she decided to reveal she had feelings for me. This self-disclosure failed because I did not feel the same. The revelation ultimately made our relationship awkward and never the same. It was a shame that we could not find a way to restore the relationship we once

From the August 19 to August 24, a Luckyday Retreat was held for all scholars. I was introduced to Rachel by my friend named Sonni who I had met during Freshmen Orientation on August 19. I introduced myself and gave her my phone number; however, she did not text me until two days later when I reminded her but it turned out that she had gotten the wrong number. The instant we started texting we had a connection. When classes started we began to walk together, study together, and eat together every day. Every day with her was a new experience for me. I had never been able to have a friend that I could have intellectual conversations with them and they understand. Although I lose Rachel with some of the topics that we discuss, she converses back with me by learning as she goes. By the end of the first week of school I had begun to like Rachel; therefore, I told her. She responded by saying I thought you were homosexual, but I like you too and have begun to have feelings for you. There is never a dull moment when I and Rachel are together because we are always talking about how we feel about each other, our family problems, humorous things that have happened while we were apart, or the simple things in life that we want for each other. The second week was a chaotic week. One night Rachel and I were talking about how we should take our relationship to the next level without ruining our friendship; therefore, we got

Friends, The definition of the word friend; a person whom one knows and has a bond of mutual affection. We all have those friends we have conversations with, snapchat, do activities / play sports with and hang out with once in a while. Then we sadly have those fake friends. They’re the ones who only call you when THEY need something. They’re the type of person who falsely claims to be real. When your friend acts sweet but spreads rumors about you behind your back, they are fake, get rid of them! But we all have our best friends, our best friends are very special people in our lives. They are the first people you think about when you make plans. They are the first person you go to when you need someone to talk to.

So you go to a party at a park with families that are friends and one of the families there is a girl that you have a “crush” on. The day started as you arrive at the park early to set up the tables and the food. You set a grill on fire to cook the meat. The heat of the grill makes your eyes water and the smell of the cooking chicken makes your mouth water at the same time. In one of those families your best friend is included, so he also comes and sets up the goals for a game later on. You dad comes and takes over the grill so you are free to go play practice before the game. You go back to the tables an eagerly wait for the cheeseburgers to be ready. Then you see your “crush” come and butterflies along with many tightened knots take over your stomach. You then feel like you are blushing since your face turns red and gets a lot warmer than usual. After enjoying the food the game will start soon so you head off to the field. You start to think if she will see, and wonder if an impression will be made. The game starts and you look towards the tables and of course she is looking. More butterflies and knots start to take over your insides. The game starts and you score some goals and you look towards her direction and she waves. You then feel like if you start to float and get dizzy. The goalkeeper wants to switch to outfield so you take his position of protecting the goal. Then

When I was younger, my mother used to preach that me I could be anybody that I wanted to be, but I guess some place between being fifteen and needing to fit in, I decided I didn’t want to be anything at all, or, even better, I chose I wanted to be anything the people around me wanted me to be. And somewhere along the way I lost what it meant to be me completely. I looked in the mirror, but I no longer knew who was staring back. I should admit, for quite a while I enjoyed the ominous way I could smile as if everything was okay, the way people looked at me and expressed how much they loved me. Until I realized that the me that they love isn’t the real me, but simply the mask I put on everyday. I was becoming what I pretended it be, caught in the brain of someone I never wanted to know. I believe, that the loneliest feeling on the planet is not the act of being distant from everyone else, it is the act of losing yourself in a hoard of people, of changing yourself for the general population, and the apprehension of failing to know your actual self. Sylvia Plath once expressed, “Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming.” and for a very long time, I firmly held that belief. However, the problem I’ve found with the statement is that, everyone lives is completely unique to them and the life that fits one person the best isn’t going to fit me because it’s not mine to fit in the first place. In other words, I discovered that I was