I knew I would meet and make friends when I went to school. I'm a social kind of girl.
Once in 6th grade band when asked if I would rather talk or play my instrument, I boldly looked at my teacher, cocked my head, and with a little sass in my voice replied, "I'd rather talk." I was promptly told to go into the hallway and 'talk to myself'.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand, making friends in college. I made the typical kinds of friends, class friends, friends for the moment, partying friends, friends I lost touch with because life happened, close friends, and life long friends.
One of my life long friends I met was my room mate, Rachel. To this day I still refer to her as my room mate and rarely, as simply my friend. To me room mate means so much more. You see Rachel and I lived together for 4 years. In those 4 years we created a friendship, a bond, that will never be broken. It's not often that you meet a complete stranger and find that you are able to relate to and understand that person so completely.
We both started out with different room mates. My 1st room mate moved out of the dorms and into an apartment shortly after the school year began.
She was too cool for me. She was a sophomore and I was only a freshman . . . 'Like oh my gosh!' Oh by the way she was also a cheerleader if you couldn't guess. I was so glad to get rid of her. I wasn't sure I was going to make it in college living with her.
I asked Rachel if she would be willing to move up to my floor and room with me. I am so thankful that she said yes. We were meant to meet each other and become friends. While we don't see or speak with one another as frequently as we both would like we both know that no matter what we are there for one another.
I always look forward to and love the times that Rach and I get to spend together, I fear that the next time I see her it won't be a happy time. Her dad isn't doing well. He's sick. Cancer has invaded and is taking over his body. With every fiber of my being I want to just fix this for her. This is my personality. When something is wrong I fix it and things are better. No matter how hard I try I can't fix this one and it tear me apart. So in an effort to 'fix' things for her I'm going to try a little comic relief and reminisce about some of our favorite memories.
*Before reading about my college stories I need you to know a few things. First, all while I did like to have fun with my friends I didn't drink as much as it appears. It was just what we took pictures of most frequently. Also, I did go to school to get an education which I was able to accomplish.
*Please excuse the rather crappy pictures. I had to resort to taking a picture of a picture :(
|Me, Rach, and Cat|
2000, Our freshman year of college. One of the first adventures I remember was when Rach, Cat, and I carried a concrete sign, that Cat wanted for her dorm room, from the Marsh parking lot back to Cat's dorm room. What a goofy thing to do. Our fingers hurt, but we sure did have a lot of laughs over it.
One night we began our night of drinking in Cat's dorm room (This was a pretty
dumb risky thing to do. If we got caught drinking in the dorms there was a pretty hefty fee to pay.) We decided to walk to a frat house. Along the way a car came by and asked us where we were going. Rachel told the driver. The driver asked if we wanted a ride. She quickly jumped in. I remember saying I don't think this is a good idea. She quickly told me it was ok because we were drunk!
-This is one of my favorite, yet embarrassing stories. Between the two of us she is MUCH more cautious. It is so funny that she would even talk to the driver let alone get in the car. Let's just hope that none of our kids find out about this one! It was a dumb move for both of us.
Would you look at all of these delightful things the girl made for me to wear for my batchelorette party?! Those are purple (it's my favorite color) sparkly (I love glitter) penises on my head that she glued a veil onto. Move on down and you will find the glow in the dark penis earrings. Finally, she made the sparkly batchelorette tank for me to wear. How can you top all this stuff?! Oh what a night it was.
Here she is playing the get the pantyhose with the hot dog in it in the water bottle. One of the many fabulous games we played before hitting the town for my bachelorette party. While out on the town I had to complete a check list, which included things such as taking a shot with another bachelorette, having my last dance as a single lady, etc., I fell off of my flip flop and broke the strap. Rach was right there with her name tag to stick it back together for the night. She also held my hair as I puked out the side of the cab window on the way home. Now, that's a true friend right there.
2004, My wedding oh we had so much fun dancing the night away! This was the last time (we had no idea at the time) that we partied before having kids (I was pregnant with B 6 months after we were married). I don't know if she will ever realize how grateful I am to her for helping to shield me from events that occurred (nothing to do with my marriage - it's GREAT) on this day that I am still struggling with.
The night before her wedding. I passed down my headband. B was only 6 months old at the time of her wedding. This was the first time I had gone out with friends since his birth. It was such a fun night!
|Courtney, Rachel, Me, and Cat|
2006, Rachel's wedding. Such a good time. This is when we all began to realize how far we have come since college. We were no longer college kids out for a good time. We were adults enjoying and celebrating our friend and her new adventure.
In 2010 we established a Girls Weekend. Rachel's dad wasn't doing well she and her husband had a personal loss. I was RIF'd (Due to budget cuts I was told that my contract would not be renewed for the following school year). Our friend Cat's dad wasn't doing well and our friend Courtney was having job issues as well. The 4 of us thought we needed some girlfriend therapy! We went shopping, got pedi's, went out on the town for adult beverages (that's the mature way to say got trashed), and stayed in a hotel. Oh what a night it was!
Our 2011 Girls weekend. We had a repeat weekend with shopping, pedi's, and Rach and I were the DD for Cat and Courtney. Both Rachel and I were pregnant. Despite the fact that we couldn't partake in drinking, we still had a blast simply talking and not having to clean up after little people.
My photo journey for my room mate, my friend, my sister and I has come to an end. I began this post with tears rolling down my face, but reminiscing about the fun we have had together and anticipating the good times yet to come has helped to lighten my spirit as I hope it will for her as well.
I love you Rachel. Please know that you are on my mind.