Personal Experience : My Best Friend In High School

The year was 2010, the setting was a high school gymnasium, and the scene was a junior high homecoming dance. The students of Dawson Boyd School had just finished dancing enthusiastically (if somewhat awkwardly) to Soulja Boy when the DJ announced that the next song would be a slow dance–the first of the night. The tension in the room could be cut with a plastic butter knife. To make matters worse, the DJ thought it would be a great idea to have the girls ask the boys to slow dance. At this point, my twelve year old self was shaking in her Ugg boots and sweating through her plaid button down from Hollister. Seventh grade was an awkward year for me; I was taller than most of the boys and not quite yet comfortable in my skin. I was sure that I was about to be rejected, but my mama didn’t raise a quitter, so I confidently strode over to the tallest boy in my grade and asked him to dance. Luckily for me, not only did he say yes, but he also asked me to dance during every slow song thereafter. It was just about the most romantic thing that could happen to a seventh grader and it didn’t go unnoticed by our classmates. After being pressured to date throughout the whole night, he finally asked me out during the last song. After that, our love blossomed. He would hold my hand in the hallways, write me notes in class, and give me compliments, just like in the movies. At the time, I took this to mean that we were in love, though it’s easy to see in hindsight that what we shared was

We spent our time in each other's company every chance we had. We often went on dates that often included hiking and attending drive-in movies. As our relationship progressed, matters grew serious. She would be leaving to attend Morehead University and I would continue to attend school in Pike County. We both decided that one night, whatever innocence our relationship contained, would be lost. After that, my love for her grew stronger. For me, it felt like our love was made for a movie screen. She was the first girl that I came to truly love and care about. All my past relationships faded away into nothing but silly flings that seemed to not matter anymore. She was all that was on my

Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.

Sailing was smooth for the following few years and to everyone’s surprise, I did well in high school. I made it into university for Bachelor of Arts, and this was where I came across him again. He was my first friend at undergrad year. The moment I saw him we clicked, as though we were long time friends that just took a holiday away from each other. Hours of my time was invested into him. He was the first and only person I ever opened up myself to and told about my secrets. We would always hang out amidst other friends and he would always come to my house but I never went to his. He accepted me for who I was and that was why I was so drawn to him

On October 13th, 2013 I met the man of my dreams his name is Justin Fever, and he forever changed my life. I knew him in high school, he was the quiet guy and I was the popular gal. We actually went to the same college, and he sent me “DMs” and always Tweeted Me. His messages stated, ….. In college we didn’t have any classes, but he asked me out for dinner, and I said yeah, sure. We met for dinner at Sparrows Tavern in New York, highly expensive, but scrumptious. He made a joke about us two having a thing for each other. I panicked, and said “no” casually, because history has taught me that only bad things happen from there. As I slowly walked to my car on the way home, I relived every moment of this magical evening. He could be my soul mate, I thought.

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

We met on the first day of seventh grade, so as twelve-year olds, we did not experience revelation of love that many people seem to relate to the meeting of soulmates. We did become close friends, however, and by the end of seventh grade he professed his affection for me. Our relationship officially

It was ten am on a Saturday morning and I was only three two hours away from the greastest moment of my life. I was about to meet the most amazing guy ever. Im not typically the girl to get overly excited about meeting someone but I mean its Jake Miller. Jake Miller is this really cute but sweet and loving guy. I first found out about him from my best friend Jaun and he showed me his song “Like me”. I knew from that moment on this was not the last time I will be hearing the name Jake Miller. Later that night I googled him and listened to all his songs. I fell in love it was like love at first sight. So for months I kept listening to his music and buying his album until I heard he was playing at Tampa Bay Jingle Ball concert for free. I told my mom we have to go and as she know my love for Jake Miller she easily agreed. I could not wait till December thirteen. The day I met my idol Jake Miller was exciting yet nerve wrecking moment

October 8, 2015, was the first band concert of the year. I always enjoy band concerts. A group including Justin Hansen, who was dating Tori at the time, Brette Bryant, Tori and me all decided to go to Cook-Out really quickly. As we pulled in Tori pointed to Henry’s car and explained how it broke down earlier and how he was upset. I thought it would be nice if we left him an encouraging note on the windshield of the car, so he would see when we went to retrieve the car later that night. They all agreed that was a good idea, so we all wrote personalized notes on a sheet of notebook paper and left it. That night after the concert, Henry sent me a text thanking me for the note. He told me how he really needed the encouragement. At that moment, I figured it would be a great time to tell Henry I liked him. I wasn 't completely sure that I liked him, but I knew I enjoyed him slightly more than just a friend. Much to my surprise, he told me he felt the same way about me. He was actually jealous when he saw how much I liked Wallace, and wished it was him. That made me feel great, because I never knew the boy in my Latin 2 class, felt the same way. As a result, we had a mutual agreement that we would attempt a relationship. I never truly saw a future for us the way he saw and by the third week, I cut off whatever we were. I tried to explain to him how I felt,

We met in the 6th grade, he was the only person to congratulate me on making honors band with him, or at least the only person who didn’t tell me i didn't deserve it, he was the only one there for me when i felt down and he didn't even know me. Except for the fact that he better looking than i am, Evan and I are a lot alike, we play the same instrument, we laugh at a lot of the same things, and our cars both got egged on the same

There was a guy named Stratton who was really good friends with my brother Marshall. Stratton started coming around more and more. I thought he was the most cutest thing that I’ve ever seen before. He was the only one I had my eyes on. Every year we go to the Kings County Fair and Stratton was there. I wanted to hang out with him so bad but I couldn’t because my brother would’ve gotten mad. My friend Haylee and I were standing by the cows when Stratton and Marshall came walking up to us. I got so excited but also nervous at the same time. When they walked up to us, I had the biggest smile on my face. Stratton and I started texting a lot more after that day. My good friend was Festa Queen for Easton. A festa is a Portuguese celebration. I needed

At the start of my seventh and his ninth grade year we were the dynamic duo, and besides being in a different building during the day we were inseparable. We were together everyday after school, then one day in May close to the end of the school year he told me he was moving away to Illinois in two weeks and I was heartbroken. During the last two weeks we had together we were connected at the hip , only separating for the school day. When the night before he was leaving finally came, I got off the bus at his house and helped him pack up the last of his things. The next morning I went back to his house to say our final goodbyes, and it was the hardest goodbye that I have ever had to say. We hugged and cried and I watched him drive away for the very last time and my heart fell to the floor. After he left I sat in his driveway and I didn’t wanna move, I remembered every single

One of the guys in our summer theater company was an actor I had previously seen in that production of “Romeo and Juliet.” He was tall, dark, and handsome, definitely cast well as the character of “Romeo,” and I had a little crush on him. After the show at her college, Anna introduced him to me. We hit it off well, but I quickly knew there was no point in being interested in him since I’d probably never see him again.

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.

Kasia was and still is my best friend growing up. We had gone on several vacations together with each other’s families. Then there was one vacation that I went with her on right before our senior year of high school. Her family has a passion for flying, they have three planes now and Kasia had planned on becoming a commercial pilot. Because of their passion for flying they go to Oshkosh, Wisconsin every summer for the EAA AirVenture, which is a big flight convention outdoors. I went with them one year and I started to notice some things with Kasia. I noticed that she was constantly going to the bathroom and with every glass of water I had she would have had three. I pointed this out to her and told her that she should go see a doctor. I did not know what was wrong with her I just knew there was something wrong with her.