It’s Eric here. Just a high school senior trying to wolf life down before it can do the same to me. “It thinks I’m winning…”, I whisper.   Summer…

It’s Eric here. Just a high school senior trying to wolf life down before it can do the same to me. “It thinks I’m winning…”, I whisper.   Summer sits at arm’s length, though with what it will bring I’d rather it stay there. I’m sure the thought has crossed your mind at least once in your lifetime, adolescent or adult, of having to, not leave old friends behind, but make new friends. With college quickly approaching the thought couldn’t be more inappropriate. Really, who needs cold feet when the rest of you is already thrumming with what we like to call anticipation. Of what though: trying on a new home that’s two sizes too small; the awkward embraces that take far too long? Hopefully not. Instead, let’s try and welcome new friends with open arms, and hope that they have a room that you can actually fit in. Making friends all over again doesn’t have to be the frightening experience that it’s often made out to be. Knees will knock and butterflies will fly, though with me, there’s never a time when they don’t. However I don’t think handling those feelings will be the best solution. Ignore them, and let what’ll happen happen. Forced friendships seem to have a shorter shelf life anyhow. I know that the friendships I still have now, even as a senior, have lasted because I haven’t had to try to rekindle anything. And those are the ones, I think, that matter. Just don’t forget that you’ll still have them; look at the ones you have already. Leaving them doesn’t the friendship is over, even if the fat lady is singing. It’s your show, not hers.   – Eric

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