College Lesson Learned #46

#46- The friends that you make in the first week or two of school are the best friends one could ask for.

Cliché is one way to describe this statement. Truthful is another, and equally as fitting. I could actually a write a full novel (strangely compelling...) on just this College Lesson Learned, but I'll spare you the agony... for now.

So in the weeks leading up to school, almost everyone that I know kept telling me, "The friends that you make will be the best friends for the next few years." Whatever, if you say so. Well I'm here to tell you... it's true. You're stuck with them.

My first night at school, not really knowing anyone, my roommate and I went to make new friends. We talked with a few people and by the end of the night, there were five guys sitting in my room. A violinist, Terry, an organist, my roommate, Terry (who we all thought was strange initially. We still do, but for different reasons), and myself. An interesting bunch would be a major understatement. This group of guys, has been the source of much laughter and pain, the pain of which usually originating from laughter, since that first night. 

My other good friends, I met in the lounge with these five guys, yet these were of the feminine species; three to be exact. These three girls with a few of their friends too, would eventually be known my sophomore year as "The Girls." They keep my life interesting and exciting.

Now you probably wanna know why they are the best friends a guy could ask for, and I don't blame you. Just keep reading my blog. I will say this though; I said that they are the best FRIENDS a guy could ask for, not the best PEOPLE, and I will explain why:

My friends are great, and they are great people. But we mess with each other. A LOT. Especially Morgan the Organist, Terry, and me. We have fun with each other. My best friend from home came and visited me at school with two of his friends (another good story for another time). We had a great time and they left. Two days later I found a pair of green underpants. Now worried that my friend's friends had possibly lost their undergarments, I called him and sent him a picture to see to whom they belong. It wasn't any of theirs. After washing them twice (yes twice), I searched desperately for the owner of these missing undergarments. 

The mystery of the lost briefs was never solved... however...

It opened up the door for exciting opportunities to mess with Morgan. So one night, while he was gone, I snuck into his room and hid the boxers under his pillow. The match had begun. Two days later I found it in my desk drawer. It went back and forth repeatedly, until one day, I come back into my room and Morgan is chilling on my bed with my roommate and Terry. Morgan smirks at me and says, "I hid it REALLY well. You won't find it for at least a month." This is the end of September, beginning of October, and I could NOT find it. 

The last weekend before Christmas break, I decide to make some hot chocolate for a few guests. I pull out my hot pan and take it over to the sink. I open it up to find green undergarments staring up at me. It took about two and a half months to find it. I had almost forgotten about it. I am pleased to say it took Morgan almost the same span of time to find it next. We still continue to play this game.

Some of you may be confused as to why I chose this story to explain our friendship, but it is very fitting. I am a firm believer in the ancient Chinese proverb, "A good friend will bail you out of jail, but your best friend(s) will be sitting next to you in jail saying, 'Man, that was some f*cked up sh*t." (I'll get to the illegal friendship bonding activities later).

Moral: Be patient with the weirdos you meet (and be okay with the fact that you may be one of them), because weirdos are the best kind of friends.