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Daily Prompt: Something So Strong


Tell us the origin story of your best friend. How did you become friends? What is it that keeps your friendship rockin’ after all these years?  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/13/prompt-something-so-strong/

There are a couple of people I refer to as my best friends. The one I have decided to discuss is a lovely girl named Clare, whom I met at state speech competition my junior year of high school. We were [un/fortunately] in the same round for Humorous Interpretation, and the reason that I have to slash that word up there in the brackets is because if she hadn’t been in my round, I most certainly would have made finals. However, if she hadn’t been, I probably never would have met her. Maybe in finals, but maybe not. It’s hard to say.

Clare is a wonderful human being. She’s abso-friggin-lutely adorable from her dark, curly hair down to her cute little feet (and I don’t like feet, so that’s saying something). She is smart and motivated, and currently a BFA in theater at NDSU, same year/semester as me. We will graduate at the same time (but only because I just dropped my extra major/minor set). Honestly, I don’t have any idea what she’s doing anymore because I never got that into theater, and to an extent I don’t know if she really knows fully what I’m doing either. But we share a love of books, Harry Potter and Vlogbrothers (Nerdfighters ftw!) because, let’s face it, John and Hank Green are two of the most awesome people in existence. Just sayin.  She also makes an effort to understand me, even when she totally doesn’t. She’s been there for me through a lot that nobody else has, and I feel like I’m more open with her than most anybody else.

Frankly, that’s what keeps a friendship alive: open and honest and frequent communication. You can’t truly be friends with somebody if you don’t really know who they are, I think, and that’s why I love Clare so much. Even though there are pieces of each other we may never see/know/understand, we at least know those pieces exist and we’ve decided to be okay with that. Knowing me, sometimes I even wonder why she likes me–and that’s not a statement of self-deprecation, either. I can sometimes be hard to be friends with.

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I am a Writing and Publishing graduate student at Emerson College. I studied English and Linguistics in my undergraduate career, as well as a little bit of philosophy and four other languages (somewhat superficially). I am interested in language and how we use it culturally, as well as a vast collection of current sociopolitical issues, including race, sex, and gender, and the ways that those issues intersect each other.

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