I have never liked coffee. Actually, I should be more specific. I refused to try coffee for about 7 years (I’m very stubborn).
All of my friends insisted it would make my late nights easier (radio show until 1 or 3 am, papers, projects), but I kept saying no. Until last week i have stuck to what I kept telling everyone else: I hate coffee.
Finals have been one tough day followed by another. It seems like it will never end. I had a 22 page paper that I needed to do. I completely underestimated how long it would take and I was exhausted.
So I gave in. I tried coffee for the first time.
Don’t get too excited, it wasn’t normal coffee. It was a Milky Way Latte. So basically half chocolate, half coffee.
I really hate to admit it, but I think I’ve found a new obsession. And a new way to keep me up for the remainder of my long week.
You always meet people that will walk in and out of your life. There are few that will stay. When you’ve been friends with someone for over 10 years, you realize they are one of those rare people.
I’ve known Mark since the third grade, and we’ve been through it all together. Nerdy phases, break-ups, make-ups, hellos, goodbyes, etc.
He goes to school nine hours away in South Carolina, but when I need him he’s always just a phone call away.
Another thing that makes him one of my favorite people to talk to is the fact that we don’t text 24/7 or even every day. We call each other. I hate texting and so does he. We catch up when its been too long, call when we need advice, and see each other when we can.
It also took me 6 years to get my license, and he drove out of his way every time we hung out to come pick me up. He never complained about it once. That’s a true friend!
The only constant guy in my life: my brother. Scott has been on this planet a whole ten minutes longer than me, and he never lets me forget it.
People always ask “Can you read each other’s minds?”, ” Do you feel pain when he gets hurt?”, and “do you guys look alike?”. As annoying as I thought those questions were, now as I get older I think they’re pretty interesting.
My twin is 6’5″ and I’m 5’6″. He has bright blue eyes and black hair. We aren’t identical, we’re fraternal. He looks like he’s at least 3 years older than me.
None of that matters. We didn’t get along for quite awhile, but ever since we left for different schools we’ve been closer. If I ever have good news dealing with the radio station or school, he is one of the first people I tell.
Another great thing about having a sibling your exact age, they understand the stress you are going through. We applied for internships at the same time, starting looking for off campus housing at the same time, etc. No matter what the topic is, I can talk to him.
He may be the most overprotective person in my life, but he’s 100% honest with me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As siblings, especially twins, we may disagree or argue on some things but he will always be the number one guy in my life.
Every girl should give their mom some credit. You may bicker at times, but think about it. She had to give you the birds and the bees talk and change your diaper twenty years ago. She knows you more than anyone else, whether you like it or not.
My mom is honestly one of my best friends. She supported me through all of my awkward phases when I was a young teen, and still supports me with the path I’m taking in life currently.
My mom, or Patti as my friends from school call her, is someone I can always call when I’m freaking out about huge exams or money problems.
Even years after giving me life lessons, she still proves to me that everything will be okay in the end.
When I graduate I could be thousands of miles away, and my mom would be upset. However, she would put that permanent smile on her face and support me no matter what.
She always says, “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy”. It’s the best thing a person can here when they aren’t sure where life will take them.