Graduation

I sure am going to miss the Seniors...
Kenny. Sara. Siraj. Dong. Dennis. Joe Karen. Particularly.

It's funny how friendship works. One minute they're a stranger and the next thing you know, they're your friend (or brother, or sister in my cases -hehe-).

It's true. I haven't even talked to most of them recently. Schedules have been hectic. Days have been busy. Or correction I guess, I've been too busy. But for some reason, even though I haven't kept to as update with them I still feel like I can always go back to them. That's the beauty of certain relationships. There's enough substance and history to make it last in those dry days.

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."

I could apply that quote to every one of those silly Seniors :) They've been there for me. And it's okay if they didn't always have much to say, if they didn't really give advice to me- because honestly, all I needed then was for somebody to listen. I didn't need someone to criticize me or tell me what I did wrong because I knew those things.

I guess alot of the history's come from last summer. It's hard to believe it's been a year already. Wow. Time flies by. It sure has this year.

Man, I love those kids! They better visit me.
And whatever happens, even if I do lose touch with them, I'll always remember them, each and everyone for their unique qualities that make me love them so so SOOO freaking much!