It’s Tuesday night and I should be studying for my finance quiz tomorrow and marketing midterm on Thursday. But instead I’m here, fulfilling a personal promise a month overdue. I told myself I would write more this year, as I always do, but tonight’s inspiration sparks from the mere friendships that started it all.
*update: it’s now Thursday night and I already took my finance quiz and marketing midterm. Good news, I’m alive.
The other day little ol’ shreebz texted me saying Once There Was a Hushpuppy came on her playlist; immediately thousands of memories raced through my brain. Some from my first year of college, but most from my last year of high school.
It’s pretty crazy to think that I graduated two and a half years ago. But what’s even crazier, are the friendships that I’ve maintained over the years.
When you go off to college they always warn you of how you grow apart from the people that once made up your entire world. And quite frankly, I just can’t relate. Sure, we’ve become different people, no longer as attached to the stigma of being a $cout. We’ve made new friends and have had our own unique experiences in different parts of the world. But there’s something special about SP that cultivates friendships that will truly last a lifetime.
Although we may talk less and live thousands of miles apart, I will always be eternally grateful for the ten girls that supported my every endeavor throughout high school. Sure most of our conversations were dominated by tv shows and academics. But we were teenagers for goodness sake, what else was there to talk about? I wouldn’t say that I’m still yearning for high school or living in the past. I thoroughly enjoy college and am equally grateful for the friendships I’ve made here in Seattle (more on that later). But I guess what I’m trying to say is that in the case of doomed high school friendships, the majority was majorly wrong.
I don’t care what people say, 15 years of friendship is kind of a big deal. These girls stood by me from innocence through adolescence. I watch our AP Spanish video and a rush of nostalgia overwhelms my soul. I really can’t believe how much time has passed since we all moved away. It feels like just yesterday, but also eons ago, when we were ruling the halls of SPHS with respect. And although I don’t keep in touch with all of you on a consistent basis, not a day goes by that I don’t look forward to reuniting with you over a cup of coffee or a plate of turkey-shaped ice cream goodness. I miss our traditions and our posture checks and our late night taco treat runs. I’m convinced that either a) no one appreciates our token weirdness, or b) they just haven’t been lucky enough to encounter it in full force. I’m grateful we all got the opportunity to move away and have our own individual experiences. It’s helped me appreciate our friendships so much more knowing that they’ve stood the test of time.
So thanks to the $coutz and all the other homies of SP, the ones that inspired me to write in the first place. SP’s a pretty magical place. Not everyone can claim friendships that push two decades, most barely make it through high school in its entirety. But boy did I luck out when I met the coolest group of girls at the ripe age of five. It seems crazy, almost unreal, but it’s my life and they’re my friends. People that enter my life in its current stage often have difficulty conceptualizing my friendships back home. Perhaps they seem a bit bizarre, but I think that makes them more special.
As I watch our video again, I can’t help but feel a rush of happiness and fond memories. It’s been a while since all eleven of us were all physically side by side, perhaps it hasn’t happened since graduation…or maybe it was winter break of freshman year, boy was that a doozy. And as we said in our video, “Para avanzar, es importnate que se refleje y que se agradezcan los recuerdos y a la gente. Es necesario tener un sentido de conclusión para entrar en una nueva fase en su vida.” Those words, although probably translated very poorly, still remain close to my heart. And although physical boundaries may keep us apart, nothing can separate the love I have for you all. I don’t care what anyone else says, once a #$cout, always a $cout. #Gurl$coutz4Lyfe.
* Also shout out to the main homies that weren’t $coutz, yet still equally important. For you I credit my sanity. Advil and literal blueberries wouldn’t have the same meaning without y’all. You know who you are. *