IP Blog #1

It's August 19th, 2011, two days before my eighteenth birthday. Two of my closest friends and my mom are helping me pack up the last of my clothes into suitcases, trying my hardest to not only fit everything into the suitcases, but also to successfully zip the suitcases up.

                "I don't know how you plan on fitting all of these clothes into your tiny dorm closet when you get to school." my mom said, smiling.

We laughed, and it finally began to hit that I'd actually be leaving for college the next day. I'd spent the last four years waiting for this moment, but now that it was here I would've given anything to slow down time. My mom asked if we wanted her to go pick up some food, we told her what we wanted and she left to go get it. The three of us sat on the floor of my now completely empty bedroom, and we began to talk about the past four years.

 "I can't believe that we're going to three different schools, in three different states!"

 It was very hard to believe. The three of us had all attended the same middle school and high school, but now we were going to split up.

 "But it's okay, we're going to keep in touch!"

                I nodded and smiled in agreement. But in my head, I wasn't so sure. Don't get me wrong, I love these girls to death and of course I want to keep in touch with them, I just wasn't sure how realistic it was. But then I really looked at my friends, looked at these two faces, and thought about how these two faces were ones I could always look to when I needed their help. I thought about how these two girls had always dropped whatever they were doing to help me when I needed it. I began to imagine my life without these two girls, and what I saw wasn’t anything that I liked. I decided then that along with my other friends, I would try especially hard to keep in touch with these two girls, no matter what it took.

                After my mom came back and we got our food, we began to talk about that first day of freshman year, and how afraid we were of what was about to come. How we didn’t want to leave the comfort of our middle school, and how now we’re going through the same thing, being afraid of college and not wanting to leave the comfort of our high school.

                We began to reminisce about the good and bad times of high school: The fights, the parties, the Harry Potter movie nights, the boys, the heartbreak that came along with those boys, and just the fact that even though there was so much craziness in high school, we managed to stay good friends through it all.

                It was getting late and it was time for my friends to leave so I could get to sleep. After all, I had a pretty big day ahead of me. It was a strange experience, saying goodbye to my friends, knowing that I wouldn’t see them in a long time.

                After the long hugs, and after the tears were wiped off of our faces, I looked at my two friends and said, “That was some adventure, huh?”