One time, my high school orchestra teacher told us, "Once you graduate you won't talk to any of the people you knew in high school." Most of the orchestra immediately protested, saying that of course we would, we're friends. Our teacher amended her statement, saying something about Facebook. But. You could see it in her eyes. She knew she was right. I wasn't one of those who voiced my opposition, but I was sure that I would stay friends with all the people that I was in that moment.
Today, halfway through my freshman year of college, I am willing to admit that, with a few exceptions, she was correct. And that hurts me more than I can accurately assert. I've had a lot of friends over the past years, some proved not to be worth it and others, those few exceptions, have proved that it pays to stick with it. What hurts the most is that my oldest friends, or those who I once was closest with, are the ones who are actually gone at this moment.
I might not have the best judgement, or maybe they were really good at being deceptive, but I really thought that we'd be great friends. In sixth grade we signed papers saying we'd be friends till death. Or if we moved away. So I guess, technically, our deal is void. And in sophomore year, we said we'd go to Europe and go husband hunting for guys with cute accents. Junior year we thought of going to college together and we texted constantly. Senior year we stopped talking almost totally. Now it's freshman year again and I haven't seen any of you or talked to any of you in months.
I've made new friends. And I don't know them as well as I knew you, and they don't trust me as much as you trusted me. They like me though, and we're getting closer. They text me, they Skype me, they go to dinner with me almost every day. We have sleepovers maybe once a month, they know that I don't study, that I'm happy here, that I love the snow in the air, not on the ground. They like that I knit, they play card games with me, think it's funny when I act weird. They don't question most of the things I do. They make fun of the way I do things, they call me a loser and I love it. I'm starting to love them.
I miss you guys a lot. A lot a lot. But. I don't miss how it made me feel when you didn't text, or when you hung out with our friends without me. I miss how much fun we used to have together, but I'm getting over it because it feels like you don't care anymore. But now I have people that do care. And I have those few, great, amazing, fabulous, funny, sweet, smart, awesome exceptions. I wouldn't trade my new friends or those exceptions for you guys again, because they haven't hurt me and I don't think they will.
So yes, Mrs. Jackson is correct, you probably aren't going to be friends with the people you are/were friends with in high school. But if you look hard enough and try hard enough, you can find the exceptions and the new friends that make it all worth it.