KK

So, here's to a long-time friend:

For more friends than I possibly could have ever predicted, she fits into one group: we met during orchestra.  5th grade too.  The same gig where the EE and OE orchestras got their best quartets together.  Yeah.  Who knew that experience was going to change my life?  She probably doesn't remember, but we played the same part for that double quartet.

Our encounters in middle school were those of orchestra, school, drama, and a little chorus.  Throughout that time, we developed a friendship.  I won't say it was the most tight-knit thing ever, but it was a friendship.  We shared experiences, and we had good times together.  We didn't need anything else.

High school was when things started to separate.  I get the sense that we're more different than I ever could have imagined (I don't mean that in a bad way).  Maybe there is the half of each of us that is the same as each other, and the half of each of us that is different, and the different halves are shining through a little more strongly now.  Whatever it is, my first three years of high school I began to feel more and more distant from her.  We gradually started going into different groups of friends, and that was that.

When it came time to choose study partners for AP Chemistry this year, KK was an obvious choice for me.  There's the logistical reasons, we would have similar schedules with both musical and ensemble (though sadly that didn't come to pass).  But it was mostly to guarantee that we would be doing something together.  I don't want this friendship to die.  It would be a tragedy.  Now we have this, musical, and orchestra to keep us together.  Hopefully that's enough.

Not that that's a really strong fear.  We were lamenting last night about how we weren't looking at any of the same colleges.  She said it herself:

"I'm not worried about us though [M].  I know you'll be around here and there in my life.  We're the kind of people who want to keep the people we have."

I feel the exact same way.  I guess that's the half we have in common coming through again.

-NM