Personal Essay : Personal Experience Of A Good Friend

Tyler Anthony Novojoski sounds just like an everyday regular guy. He may not be your favorite celebrity, best friend, or even your family, but he is one really amazing guy. I know what you're probably thinking how can you even have true love or even care about someone you don’t know. Simple, you just sit back grab a bowl of popcorn and let me tell you about Tyler, and I can promise you will wish he was a part of your life somehow. I met Tyler back on a spooky, cold, and dark Halloween night, the year two thousand fourteen. That day I met him left an everlasting impact on my life that is how truly amazing he is. Before we met I was just hanging out with my friend Autumn and she knew I was going to be starting at Panera bread. She decided to text Tyler and his friend Brandon to come pick us up and hangout. In my head I was super excited at least we wouldn't be just sitting around anymore. They finally reached my house, Tyler was driving an older white Jeep Cherokee with red swirls on the side. We got into the car and, the first thing I smelled was a strong whiff of men cologne. Tyler and Brandon turned around to introduce themselves to me. When I looked at Tyler in the eyes my heart stopped, I got butterflies. I couldn't help but keep thinking how crazy cute he was. After we all were introduced we drove around for awhile and just talked and got to know each other.

In life people will meet so many different personalities and sometimes those people become some of their best friends. There will be people that will become a best friend, an intelligent friend, a crazy friend, a “hipster” friend, and a “mom” friend. All of these people make the group whole, and life is a lot more fun with them. Every single one of them bring their own special personality to the group. They all are in different categories based on what they do, their priorities, and what it says about them.

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.

Monday morning finally rolls around and I finally get to see Rich, while the both of us are sober, and tell him how amazing he did. I pack my bag and head out the door, after feeding Ice, my pup, first. I drive to school and find a spot fairly easily, which is highly unusual to find one this late. Anyways, I head inside and search for my boyfriend. He’s standing by my locker with a couple of his friend, more specifically, the ones he played with on Friday night. I walk up and tuck myself under his arm.

I woke up, to my alarm. I got ready for school and got on the bus. I then arrived at school and met up with my boyfriend. We have been dating for 9 days now. I met him because of my friend, he is my friends boyfriend’s friend. He grabbed my hand, but I got out of his grip. “I’m not ready for that, Kevin. I just want to take things slow, please,” I said. He responded, “Come on, we are only holding hands. It’s not that big of a deal.” I just didn’t want to yet, he was is my first boyfriend. “This is my class, I have to go,” I said I walked in the door. He didn’t say a word and just walked away.

I was sitting by a small creek thinking. The British people are intruding and I don’t know how to react. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do about it, but I figured nothing was happening to me now, so I could worry about it later. I live in Cherry Valley near a small creek. My best friend is Nadie. Her name means wise, but no offense to her, she isn’t very smart. She’s been 15 since July. I’m Catori. I turn 16 in a month and a half. My name means spirit. A lot of the time I don’t get why it’s my name, but it is.

When the spring breeze starts to tickle my nose, my heart starts to tickle for the first time. It seems like I have a hay fever in my heart. It is beginning of my 4th grade year, but I do not really need to worry about making a new friend, because in my elementary school everyone's friend each other. Eui is one of my new friend that I met in 4th grade. He is tall as a redwood. His eye is really round like as a clock, but when I see his cute face I feel like all the clocks in the world are not working at all. My eye become camera when I see him. I only focused on him, accordingly everyone is blurry except him. His smile for me makes my heart tickle. Naturally, we also start to hang out after school. While I am waiting for him in front of my apartment smelling a fragrant spring breeze I start to concern about him. I could not hide my feeling anymore. I want to say that I like him as much as the size of the galaxy. CLANGING CLANGING, he appeared around the corner riding his bicycle. Bicycle wheels turn fast like as he is in hurry like Eui does. After he saw me he starts to smile at me while shaking hand with one hand that he is not holding a handle. His smile for me makes my heart tickle.

When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.

There is always that one person that you have that knows all of your secrets, shares all of your jokes, listens to all of your gossip and is simply someone you can call your best friend. I live with that person, or at least I used to. Her name is Allison, my sister and my best friend. Looking back at every single memory I have, she is there in some form or fashion. She is there holding my hand my first day of preschool, wearing the same jean jacket as I because our mom loved it when we matched. She is there on the basketball court with me during my very first game, helping calm my nerves and stop my shaking. She is there holding me while I cry over my first heartbreak, reassuring me that things will get better. Even after she graduated, leaving me in high school alone, she is still there. She is at every game cheering me on from the stands and is always willing to help me with things such as homework or listen to my constant rants about teachers.

Bright lights and holding poses we smiled even bigger for the camera. This day was really important to me because I learned the importance of everlasting friendship. We were all tired, but we wouldn 't stop until we got the perfect picture. We took both videos and photos and hunted for the best spots in the yard. Even after sweating in the Indiana sun beating down on us, we still worked. Hours of editing and work gone into these photos and we finally picked 10 out of the hundreds. I might not have an Instagram yet, but soon I 'll have a few good pictures to start.

When life is going just the way someone wants it to go they think that they have a lot of good friends. When that person is at a party they are hanging out and talking to a lot of people that they call really good friends, but when things go wrong they only had a bunch of people who liked them because they had money or had a lot of parties. It is never until someone is stuck in a ditch, or broke down in the middle of the night an hour and a half from the house, or need somewhere to stay because they could not pay rent until they really find out who their really good friends are. A really good friend is someone who is there for their friends whenever they are need.

Two years; it took two years for me to remember the name Casey Moss. Ironic since that is the name of my best friend. Caseys bright and bubbly personality only took one moment for me to realize that we were meant to be more than friends. It was Mrs. Crooks sophomore history class I first spoke to Casey. We were assigned to make a poster that involved each student to pair up. She was the first and only person I saw that day that seemed just as lonely and panicked as I was to find a partner. The moment I noticed her I had stood up out of my chair and was walking toward her. She was wearing the same type of clothes that she would wear today: blue jeans, a simple baggy t-shirt, and some black and white vans. She had porcelain freckled skin

There are always people coming in and out of your life. It happens. It cannot be helped. Usually people would brag and talk about their current best friend; however, I feel that I should talk about a former friend of mine. He was very special to me because he changed me into the person I am today, even though he is not in contact with me anymore.

A friend is someone that you trust and you enjoy spending time with. Everyone needs a friend because without friend life would be boring. Friends are important because they boost your happiness and reduce your stress. Friends are easy to find but a best friend is very hard to find. Best Friends are very important because they increase your self-confidence, you can share secrets, unlimited laughter, and adventures. To have a best friend you do not have to know them for a long time you just have to feel comfortable around them and trust them.

It was always my sister and I that would say the silliest things; it was as if curiosity always got the best of us. Uncle Jorge was the one who would always play along in our games, never getting mad if we disturbed him while working. I could simply say that Uncle Jorge is an ordinary Mexican guy, but he is more than ordinary. He may not have a lot of money, but he is still a humble man. His beautiful green eyes would fill with happiness to hear my sweet voice. Uncle Jorge has always been a pacific person, also a very caring uncle always watching over my brother, sister and me as if we were his kids.