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westrider told me a story about second chances, and how he hadn't believed in them, a story about how getting a second chance to be a friend and create a friendship convinced him they exist.
Well, I was more than just given my second chance - I appear to have taken it without knowing.
At the beginning of the year, I complained more than a good deal about my living situation. I thought I'd go insane, all my friends knew I was miserable, I mocked the people I lived with - never to their face, of course, on the surface we got along okay. But I wasn't happy.
This quarter I have a different room-mate, Halley (and I get along with Priscilla better now that she doesn't live with me). Halley is a sweetheart. I don't know if it's the change in roomie, or the new year, or having grad apps done, but I've been more open with my suitemates, too - I've given them the chance I should have given them in the fall. Perhaps I was too startled because they're really different from me - mainstream culture, one of them very religious - if so, well, I'm really disapointed in myself. Anyway, this quarter's been much better - more companionable. I've been less judgemental and let my natural talkativeness take over. I've had quite a few great conversations with Liz, some with Kim, and I haven't been nearly as irate. I've enjoyed coming home. The enormity of this difference hadn't really sunken in, though.
Until this evening.
When I came home from running erands, Halley was ready to leave. She'd been waiting for me, and gave me a present - earings she made and a beautiful light scarf ('because you are going to New York soon, and it's spring! And I won't see you on Monday'). I was amazed - I hadn't ever even told her that my birthday was coming up. It turns out Liz and Kim told her. I paraded out into the kitchen to show off my goodies to the other two, who'd just got home - and I was chased out by a shouting Liz. "Go to your ROOM! STAY THERE!" In about ten minutes all three of them paraded in with angel food cake, strawberries, whip cream 'n candles - the whole works.
Thanks, gals - that was amazingly sweet.
Yeah, you just rubbed the tigress on her fuzzy white tummy.
westrider told me a story about second chances, and how he hadn't believed in them, a story about how getting a second chance to be a friend and create a friendship convinced him they exist.Well, I was more than just given my second chance - I appear to have taken it without knowing.
At the beginning of the year, I complained more than a good deal about my living situation. I thought I'd go insane, all my friends knew I was miserable, I mocked the people I lived with - never to their face, of course, on the surface we got along okay. But I wasn't happy.
This quarter I have a different room-mate, Halley (and I get along with Priscilla better now that she doesn't live with me). Halley is a sweetheart. I don't know if it's the change in roomie, or the new year, or having grad apps done, but I've been more open with my suitemates, too - I've given them the chance I should have given them in the fall. Perhaps I was too startled because they're really different from me - mainstream culture, one of them very religious - if so, well, I'm really disapointed in myself. Anyway, this quarter's been much better - more companionable. I've been less judgemental and let my natural talkativeness take over. I've had quite a few great conversations with Liz, some with Kim, and I haven't been nearly as irate. I've enjoyed coming home. The enormity of this difference hadn't really sunken in, though.
Until this evening.
When I came home from running erands, Halley was ready to leave. She'd been waiting for me, and gave me a present - earings she made and a beautiful light scarf ('because you are going to New York soon, and it's spring! And I won't see you on Monday'). I was amazed - I hadn't ever even told her that my birthday was coming up. It turns out Liz and Kim told her. I paraded out into the kitchen to show off my goodies to the other two, who'd just got home - and I was chased out by a shouting Liz. "Go to your ROOM! STAY THERE!" In about ten minutes all three of them paraded in with angel food cake, strawberries, whip cream 'n candles - the whole works.
Thanks, gals - that was amazingly sweet.
Yeah, you just rubbed the tigress on her fuzzy white tummy.
