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Show OPINION 2 RACHEL ROBERTSON 4. m i First time having a class ANGIE MERKLEY cancelled is L comparable to V first time having sex CATHERINE BLAKEMORE 36 UPVOTES TAYLOR STEVENS I need a weekend for my weekends... JACOB GRONBERG 29 UPVOTES Assert your dominance by bawling without care in class before an exam 4 JOHNNIE ETHINGTON ' Just took my first nap since got to college. Where has this I MATT BAKER 14 UPVOTES - been all my life 19 (801) 832.2319 forumbusincsswestminstercollcge.edu (801) 832.2320 11 UPVOTES Sitting in bed alone eating cereal at 2am. have class tomorrow TF am I doing? f forumeditorwestminstercollege.edu i I ' t of the forum is free and the subsequent issues cost $1 Please make payments to The Forum office. $ The first issue i j r 44 UPVOTES j Dont be fooled by people who seem to have their shit together. They probably dont. ! t V I IF YOU HAVE INTEREST IN DESIGN, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY, DRAWING, AUDIO AND VIDEO. . . I I 33 UPVOTES I I COME BE PART OF THE FORUM MEDIA TEAM. 2 EMAIL US TODAY I ? Sunday football and goodbyes RACHEL ROBERTSON EDITOR-IN-CHIE- F Its been a week. Thats right seven days. Seven blips. Thats nothing.. I have over six months to Why is it hard this time? wait. My best friend deployed. Weve done this before multiple times, hes gone to multiple other places far away and distant. Why now though I think... as I sit here stupidly staring at the other spot on the couch imagining him sitting there like he was last weekend. I can see him there, as I am yelling at the television my disgust for Greg shit-grinni- ng Hardy. Hes smiling and I just look at him and spew, If I hear another thing about Greg Hardy deserving a second chance Im going to be sick I know you will. Did you see what Katie Nolan did about it? he says to me. Next thing I know Im watching Katie Nolan go off on Greg Hardy, shes going straight after him like every other announcer in football and in the sports realm should be. I feel the same way as Nolan. But thats not really the point. He gets that Nolans view would comfort me. He gets my crazed brain. He gets me. My best friend understands that I need caffeine before anything. He understands that when we do morning errands or day activities I need coffee. And hes the same. His coffee order: medium, iced, just cream. I dont know anyone elses coffee order but my own. His became as routine as mine though.. Caffeine? was quickly shot out in a text every time before I would head out to see him. Although, I already knew the answer. Yes, please." The week leading up to deployment we spent as much time together as possible. I made him watch every football game from college to NFL and Sportscenter we could stomach. We stayed up as late as I could possibly stand after long work days of over eleven hours. I even pulled an all nighter which I hadnt really successfully done since my first-ye- ar of college. This goodbye wasnt easy. Something in me felt wrong. I sat there on his couch and things started to fall apart. My eyes filled, my nose leaked, I was sobbing. Not the good kind or the pretty kind, the shaking kind. But why..? Im not a crier. This is not how I express myself. Why was this happening? My body was revolting? I was" being taking over and all I could do was succumb to the sobs. Uhh you good bruhh? I heard from the other end of the couch. Was I good? I certainly didnt feel good, I would bet my car and all of my skis that I didnt look good either. I dont know, I muffled. Im sad. At this point I was fettle position curled around a pillow hugging it like it was my only source of air. If I were to let my death squeeze go of the pillow, I would go with it. I dont want you to go, I managed out. There, right there I sounded like a little child. My own selfish thoughts washing over me! I dont want you to leave again.. College has prepared me for goodbyes. I have grown quite accustomed to them. Every time I go home I give my dogs a tearful goodbye, kissing them wrapping them up and saying Ill see them next Christmas. I hug my parents and even wake up my little brother to wrangle a hug and goodbye from him. I have to say goodbye to my very best friend since kindergarten every time. But Ive gotten so good at goodbyes. I say goodbyes with a smile and cheeriness even at 6 a.m, on a dark and gloomy January morning. This was different I was failing at this goodbye. I was utterly lost. I was doing worse than when my father dropped all my things off in my dorm room in Behnken hall hugged me goodbye and said he had to catch a flight back to New Hamp shire, that hed see me at Christmas. Leaving me alone in a city and state I had visited and been a tourist in twice before that. But this was different. I was sad. Actually sad. I hadnt known sadness like this for the longest time. And I didnt know what to do. Tears happened. That was one of the only times he has seen me cry. And I think that it made it worse. My hurting made his hurting hurt more. I sat there in my mess of tears and snot and thought how did I get here? What did I do to deserve to get a best friend that I care about so much? I am grateful for the shitty, goodbye. It still is with me as I ponder what I couldve done better over a week later. Sitting here reflecting, I am lucky. I am so damn lucky that I have been able to have someone so deeply important to me for over seven years now. I am lucky to have someone that it is so hard to say goodbye too. Thats how you know that it is a real and genuine relationship. I guess what I was trying to say with my sobs is that best friend, Im going to miss you. And I do, I miss you, especially every Sunday. gut-wrench- |