College brought SO many amazing people into my life. I had some awesome professors–and some not so awesome–I was part of an amazing sorority, I was able to be active on campus through my scholarship. College was just an all around good time. Besides being fun and learning in the class room, I also made some of my very best friends. One of those is who wins my “Lifter Upper” hands down. I had a roommate for about a week and a half before I decided I would be better off in a private room. It couldn’t have been a better choice, because my next door neighbor also had a private room and we became the best kind of “roommates” the kind that could go to their rooms whenever we needed a break. We almost immediately began calling each other “Neighbor!”
This girl got me through a couple of horrible breakups (high school sweetheart? she got me through it, when Paul and I broke up? All her!) She also got me through a few let downs, like when I failed my OSAT, and when I missed a few phone calls while Paul was deployed.
But our relationship didn’t end in college. She is always just a phone call away, and whenever I’m completely overwhelmed I know I can call her and she’ll give me some perfect advice, let me feel sorry for myself, or she’ll tell me to put on my big girl panties and quit being a baby. She always know the exact words I need to hear, and for that I’ll always be thankful.