In 2015, Aurooba and I are collaborating on a blogging project called 12TOPICS. On the second Tuesday of every month, we’ll be writing a post about the same topic from our own perspectives + experiences. Basically, the topics are writing prompts/questions that we’ve come up with ahead of time.
We also went ahead a gave each prompt a more general category. On the last Tuesday of every month, our 12TOPICS posts will be inspired by that category.
We won’t be sharing our posts with each other ahead of time. We want to make sure you truly get our own, separate perspectives (+ the surprise factor is so much more fun for us as well!)
Today’s prompt: ‘The day I met the crazy one’
I grew up near a small town and my high school graduating class was very small (somewhere near 30 people). Of course, I wasn’t friends with everyone – you know how things are in high school – so when I moved to Edmonton for university, I wasn’t bringing a big group of friends with me.
This left me with a challenge: make new friends.
If you’ve been reading this blog, you may have stumbled across the fact that I am not really a social savvy person. And when I say not really, what I really mean is not at all. Being thrown into a room with a bunch of people I’ve never met before is not my idea of a good time. Not even close.
But I told myself that I had to step outside of my comfort zone. And if you know me, you know I’m stubborn. Fact: I was once given a piece of chocolate as a young child, then told to say ‘thank you’. After refusing to say it, I was given the ultimatum of either saying thank you, or giving the chocolate back. I looked at the chocolate, looked up at my dad, looked back at the chocolate, and then promptly handed it back to him.
See, stubborn. And I haven’t grown out of it (though I now do support saying ‘thank you’).
So I told myself I was going to step out of my bubble to meet new friends, and I was determined.
For the first few days, things went well. I can’t remember any traumatizing disasters, at least, so it must have been okay.
Jump forward one month and all of a sudden I have a best friend. Jump forward one more month and we dressed as each other for Halloween. And we were spot on.
Wait, what? How did that happen?
I don’t even remember what my first impression of Aurooba was, or the first time I actually saw her.
To tell you the truth, it’s all very fuzzy to me. I don’t remember there ever really being a time when Aurooba and I were at the awkward aquaintances stage (though I’m really hoping she’ll tell you about the time she insulted the dress I wore to my boyfriend’s grad, which I believe also happened to be the first time she had even entered my dorm room. But I don’t remember this part, so if she doesn’t mention it, do ask). I think that stage probably lasted all of, oh, 1 day. Or less.
But let’s start at the beginning, with the first memory I have.
International House, the University of Alberta residence where both Aurooba and I lived, holds a Soiree of Welcome event during the first week after move-in. Is basically an event full of speeches + skits + food where people learn, meet new people, and enjoy the company.
Upon arrival, I noticed a group of cool looking people (many of whome I recognized from our first floor meeting as living on the same floor as I did) standing around visiting. Perfect! My opportunity! I left my bubble behind, strolled over, and basically placed myself within the group.
When the time came to take our seats, I ended up sitting beside Aurooba. I couldn’t tell you if we talked much and have no idea whatsoever of the topics.
Revelation! There was a presentation put on by the university and they suggested all 1st years attend. But the actual presentation is not the important part. The important part is the fact that I think I went to the presentation with Aurooba. The reason I remember is because I’m pretty sure they provided us with some free sticky notes, which we of course used them to leave fun notes on each other’s dorm room doors.
Strange how memory works.
Now those two events were organized by someone else. But what I consider the real start to our friendship was when we went on an outing together: dinner and a movie (wow, it even sounds like a date. I can now see how the waitress at the restaurant was unsure of what to do with the bill… but that’s a story for another day).
The important thing here is that I was basically a superhero. I swooped in and saved the day (think a Batman swoop, not a bird swoop). My bubble was miles away when this happened. Aurooba and I were talking on Skype (from two doors away, because we could) and she mentioned she had planned a movie night with some other people, who ended up not being able to go.
Here’s what I did:
1. Told Aurooba that I would gladly go with her to the movie
2. Suggested we get food as well, because the movie was around supper time
3. Asked for her phone number
See, I’m the hero in this situation (take that, Aurooba!). Does this mean I can take credit for our entire friendship? Unfortunately for me, no. But nobody’s stopping me from making jokes about it!
There’s a bit more to the story.
We both did try to recruit other people to come on this outing with us. But nobody was able. Fate?
So we went and had dinner together (at Lazia) and then went to the movie (Easy A, I think).
I remember where we sat at the restaurant. I remember someone ordering crab cakes, or lobster cakes, or something. I remember the waiter acting funny and I remember a lot of laughter.
That was the official beginning of a crazy friendship (yes, we’re both crazy, but in a good way). I think that was probably the moment after which we became kinda inseparable.
And then the Halloween thing happened. So you get the idea.
We are awesome.
That’s my take!
Now go check out what Aurooba wrote, because it’ll be awesome too.