Everyone back home told me that one of the nicest things about college is the people you meet. They all assured me that I would 1friendships that could last a lifetime. I would always smile and agree. Frankly, before I 2college, I really didn't care.
I lived in the 3where six guys lived in two small connecting rooms. All my roommates seemed to be good guys, but I didn't really try to get to know them.
I have always been rather quiet and never been able to make friends 4. I would always forget names after I met people. When we 5again and they called out my name, I would reply with an 6wave and a weak hello. This was how things went for the first month or so. After a while, things started to 7. A couple of my roommates would try and keep me talking. Soon, these two roommates and I started becoming fairly 8. We began going to the cafeteria together, 9together, and meeting in the library to study.
One night my roommates invited me to listen to a fellow roommate's practice with one of our college choir. They drove me across campus where my roommate was to 10.
It so happened that this was my birthday, but I had kept quiet about it. So you can imagine my 11when we entered the recital hall and the 120-member choir began to sing "Happy Birthday" to me. 12at the dorm, my friends held a small party for me, complete with a card and a cake.
I was completely shocked, and I felt 13to be able to call them friends. It was then that I realized that college means 14the piece of paper you receive at the end—it's an 15in both life and people.
