Today I found out that the three real friends I have at school are following their hearts instead of returning to the journalism program for another year. It’s a bittersweet turn of events for me because the fall schedule is looking about as fun as a brick to the head and things are going to be a lot harder to bear without them.
On the brighter side, I’m proud to call them my friends, and I’m thrilled that they have chosen to do what they actually want instead of what is expected of them. I would like to think that is one of the reasons they became my friends in the first place, and I’m sure they wouldn’t expect any less of me.
Somehow it’s almost August and the summer has taken its toll. I feel an unfortunate but inevitable drifting apart with two of them, maybe because I expected to see them in September, maybe because we’re leading separate lives. Luckily I think the third will be around for awhile. She’s another one of the few special people in my life who, no matter how far away, will always cross my path on a delightfully regular basis.
In the end I just want to wish these three talented individuals the best of luck regardless of how close we stay. I guess I’ll just get a lot more reading done on the bus this year.
