Last weekend, I was getting ready to head home for my Thanksgiving break. My parents typically come up to get me from school which is an hour and a half away. They take me back on monday for my afternoon classes then. Last weekend I decided to stay on campus because it would only be two days until I was home. Sometimes on occasion, I do get rides home from friends. This week, was on of those times that I needed one. For one the weather was going to be bad and for another reason, at some point my parents had to pick my grandmother up.
It was even five minutes after I had finally decided how I was getting home that an acquaintance decided to ask me for a ride home. I have class until 9:30 on Tuesday nights and we had to be out of the Dorm by 10 the next morning. This being the case, my father was going to pick me up at 8:30 on Wednesday morning. This also caused a major weather threat for our trip home.
Quick note: Sunday night I was rushing to write a five page in the library with a friend.
I woke up Monday morning, ready to conquer my day. The friend that helped me on my paper Sunday night, decided to meet up for breakfast and help me with my paper again. We decided to then head over to the main academic building to get work done and meet with our professors during their office hours. I had a few issues to clear up with Disability Services and I needed to touch base with my professor about my paper. I took care of the disability accommodations issues with some difficulty which already added to my overwhelming day of finishing school work up before break.
I finally met with my psychology professors and ended up sobbing to her to read my paper and give me advice on how to right the paper. I was completely lost. I took care of that, met up with my friend and got a text telling me that my classes were cancelled for Tuesday because of the weather. After busting my butt all morning and receiving that text, i wasn't a happy camper. I gave my dad a call to tell him that I was done with classes for the week and could be picked up anytime. He then told me he was in Pittsburgh for the day!!! I LOST it in the middle of the cafe. Thank goodness I had a bunch of friends surrounding me.
I finally headed home at 9:30 monday night because that was the earliest I could get home due to rides.
Tonight I got a text from the same friend wanting a ride home last week to take her back to school this week. A minute later, I got another text telling me she needed to know right away. No more than 10 minutes later, I find out I have a missed call from her. I asked my dad what I should do because I had already received the text. I needed to think about it and talk it over with my parents. Another two minutes goes by and I get a call from an "unknown number", I guess they don't call them restricted anymore. Fifteen minutes later, I get another two or three texts and they just keep coming. I finally get in my house after picking a friend up that I am having over for dinner and she calls again. Then more texts. I didn't know what to do. This person I can hardly call my friend, is pestering me for a ride to school tomorrow when her parents can take her today. My family has their own schedule.
Now to the point of this blog. This whole scenario begs the question of what a true friend is. Yes, this friend from school is someone who I see from time to time. She is someone who I am Facebook friends with. Sometimes, on occasion we text each other too, but that is rare. My parents love her too, other than the face that she is ALWAYS homesick. Is she my friend though? Is she just someone who I know?
Who are your real friends? We all have our friends and then we have our Facebook friends and I think sometimes they clash. Sometimes I don't think there is a clear black and white line which I know is hard to understand sometimes. For the longest time I had trouble with this and i still do, but I am working on it. I almost feel as if this scenario was put here from me to teach me that things aren't black and white.
I truly do love this person, but I'm not sure what it really means to be a friend yet. The only thing we do is car pool and her family has never offered me a ride until tonight. They suggested that they would take me home next weekend, but I don't want to go home next weekend. I want next weekend to focus and study for my finals in my dorm with little distraction. I think friends and acquaintances are both good, but sometimes lines aren't black and white and sometimes you need to help each other out. Who are your true friends?
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