Because my blog is so new, and my goal is to write about my experiences in Austin, it's important that I introduce you to a girl named Kimberly Garcia. Or, Kim. Most of my Austin adventures revolve around the shenanigans we get ourselves into.
Kim is the only person from my high school that came to UT Austin, besides myself. We weren't that close in high school, but we had similar friends.
Coming to college I honestly didn't expect for us to get as close as we did.
Because I lived on campus, I made a group of friends that lived on campus as well. Most of us knew each other from Twitter. (UT had follow trains during the summer through the hashtag #UT17FollowTrain and a lot of people made their closest friends through Twitter before meeting them in person.) We all started to hang out every day and we became really close. Kim, on the other hand, lived in an off campus apartment and was doing her own thing, partying and exploring Austin on her own. Occasionally, we would go out together, but of course my group of friends usually just tagged along. After the first few weeks of school, I noticed that all my group of friends and I usually did was stay in on the weekends and have movie nights. That's always fun, but I was so used to going out, being spontaneous, and having random adventures.
One night, I dragged all of my friends out with me to a party. When the party got kind of lame, I called Kim and she told me about the fraternity house she was at and how they were having an event. So, we all went in hopes that we would have a good time. Of course, they didn't let any of the guys we were with in, so we all decided we were going to leave. I wanted to stay. Although it might sound really selfish, I wanted to have a good time and I didn't want the fact that my guy friends couldn't get in to ruin it. But, at the moment I was torn. I didn't want to leave my friends, but I wanted to have a good time. Kim convinced me to stay.
I ended up having a blast.
From that point on, I began to hang out with Kim more. Not just at parties, but going to dinner and comedy shows, the movie theater, or to talent showcases. We began to get closer, and getting to know each other better than we did in high school. It was like a new opportunity for a friendship to grow and blossom.
Eventually, the friends I had made at the beginning of the year began to dislike that I was spending so much time with Kim and essentially choosing to hang out with her, over choosing to hang out with them.
Then, I went back home for a weekend. Because Kim and I are from the same town, we went together. When we came back on Sunday night, I met up with my friends in one of the dorms. One of my guy friends asked me what I did that weekend. So, I explained how I spent time with family and how Kim and I went to a party. Then, one of my other guy friends said "When is Kim not partying?" At that moment, I got really mad. Kim had become one of my closest friends, and they never made time to get to know her. They didn't know how she was a Social Work major, how she volunteers at the homeless shelter, how she has had many struggles growing up, how she enjoys good books and good music. They knew none of that, because they didn't want to know. So, I reacted and defended her, because he had no right to make a comment like that when he didn't know her.
Then, the date of my first Improv Show arrived. I was extremely excited. It was something I had been waiting for for weeks.
It was eight o' clock and showtime. None of the people in that "close group of friends" showed up. Some of my other friends were in the crowd, and of course so was Kim. I was extremely hurt because people I didn't expect to show up, did. And, the people who promised for weeks that they would be in attendance, were not.
After that night, I started to distance myself from my so called "friends". I went through all the problems that were going on within that group with several people. I had so many conversations with Kim about those friendships. From an outside perspective, Kim and Albert (another really close friend) helped me understand how toxic that group of friends was. I decided to take the initiative and break off those friendships.
It honestly has been one of the best things I've done. Because of it, I got much closer to Kim than I already was.
I can honestly call Kim one of my best friends. Although our friendship truly blossomed these three months we've been in college, I value her friendship so much. I know she'll be there if I ever need her, as will I be if she ever needs me. We've been through so many good times, and a few bad times, throughout these couple of months, but she's truly my best friend.
I don't know what I would do without her here in Austin with me. We drive each other crazy. We're each others wing women. We can talk about our childhood. We can talk about boys, about the future, about anything.
So, that's why she'll be mentioned so much in my blog. She's my closest friend. She's my partner in crime.
-TBCG
Coming to college I honestly didn't expect for us to get as close as we did.
Because I lived on campus, I made a group of friends that lived on campus as well. Most of us knew each other from Twitter. (UT had follow trains during the summer through the hashtag #UT17FollowTrain and a lot of people made their closest friends through Twitter before meeting them in person.) We all started to hang out every day and we became really close. Kim, on the other hand, lived in an off campus apartment and was doing her own thing, partying and exploring Austin on her own. Occasionally, we would go out together, but of course my group of friends usually just tagged along. After the first few weeks of school, I noticed that all my group of friends and I usually did was stay in on the weekends and have movie nights. That's always fun, but I was so used to going out, being spontaneous, and having random adventures.
One night, I dragged all of my friends out with me to a party. When the party got kind of lame, I called Kim and she told me about the fraternity house she was at and how they were having an event. So, we all went in hopes that we would have a good time. Of course, they didn't let any of the guys we were with in, so we all decided we were going to leave. I wanted to stay. Although it might sound really selfish, I wanted to have a good time and I didn't want the fact that my guy friends couldn't get in to ruin it. But, at the moment I was torn. I didn't want to leave my friends, but I wanted to have a good time. Kim convinced me to stay.
I ended up having a blast.
From that point on, I began to hang out with Kim more. Not just at parties, but going to dinner and comedy shows, the movie theater, or to talent showcases. We began to get closer, and getting to know each other better than we did in high school. It was like a new opportunity for a friendship to grow and blossom.
Eventually, the friends I had made at the beginning of the year began to dislike that I was spending so much time with Kim and essentially choosing to hang out with her, over choosing to hang out with them.
Then, I went back home for a weekend. Because Kim and I are from the same town, we went together. When we came back on Sunday night, I met up with my friends in one of the dorms. One of my guy friends asked me what I did that weekend. So, I explained how I spent time with family and how Kim and I went to a party. Then, one of my other guy friends said "When is Kim not partying?" At that moment, I got really mad. Kim had become one of my closest friends, and they never made time to get to know her. They didn't know how she was a Social Work major, how she volunteers at the homeless shelter, how she has had many struggles growing up, how she enjoys good books and good music. They knew none of that, because they didn't want to know. So, I reacted and defended her, because he had no right to make a comment like that when he didn't know her.
Then, the date of my first Improv Show arrived. I was extremely excited. It was something I had been waiting for for weeks.
It was eight o' clock and showtime. None of the people in that "close group of friends" showed up. Some of my other friends were in the crowd, and of course so was Kim. I was extremely hurt because people I didn't expect to show up, did. And, the people who promised for weeks that they would be in attendance, were not.
After that night, I started to distance myself from my so called "friends". I went through all the problems that were going on within that group with several people. I had so many conversations with Kim about those friendships. From an outside perspective, Kim and Albert (another really close friend) helped me understand how toxic that group of friends was. I decided to take the initiative and break off those friendships.
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I can honestly call Kim one of my best friends. Although our friendship truly blossomed these three months we've been in college, I value her friendship so much. I know she'll be there if I ever need her, as will I be if she ever needs me. We've been through so many good times, and a few bad times, throughout these couple of months, but she's truly my best friend.
I don't know what I would do without her here in Austin with me. We drive each other crazy. We're each others wing women. We can talk about our childhood. We can talk about boys, about the future, about anything.
So, that's why she'll be mentioned so much in my blog. She's my closest friend. She's my partner in crime.
-TBCG
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