If I could be anywhere today, I’d be in Northeastern Pennsylvania celebrating with one of my very best friends, Michelle. Words can’t even describe what a supportive, funny, loving, thoughtful, constant, strong, and loyal friend she has been to me over the past 17 years of our friendship.
1 month ago
Though I met her in 2nd grade, she did not deem me cool enough until 6th (see the cool 6th grade OLV girls in red above for proof of coolness). See, I thought we were actually friends in 5th but I didn’t get invited to her birthday party where they all made Fimo clay mushroom necklaces so then I felt left out in Library class when they were all wearing them and talking about the party. So being the desperate 5th grader I was, I went and bought myself a Fimo clay mushroom necklace at that weird little hippie kiosk in the Nittany Mall. As you can see, it’s a moment that really stuck with me. Ask Michelle and she’ll swear that it didn’t happen, or that there was a miscommunication about the party, etc. Now I realize the only reason I remember it so clearly is because it’s the only time she didn’t treat me as a cherished friend. Ever since then, she’s always made me feel important, loved and blessed.
Thank you, Michelle, for being there when I needed you most, from early morning swim team practices to secret late night GOOSA meetings across the street, from long phone calls crying about guys to short chats just to cheer me up, even when you didn’t have the time. Thank you for always carrying my clarinet in 7th grade through the 8th grade hallway so none of the older kids would know that I was in band. Thank you for laughing with me at the most inappropriate times at the most obscure things in band practice and Spanish class, and thank you for making me laugh so hard that no sound even came out, my stomach hurt and my eyes were tearing. Thank you for teaching me that hippie mushroom necklaces were cool in the 5th grade and thank you for pretending that I’m still cool now.