The Great Gatsby and the art of crossing bridges
My best friend is smarter than me, more talented than I am, most definitely taller and his name is Noah. He is two years older than me, which meant that in high school, he graduated just as I was leaving the phase of life that makes you want to stuff yourself in a locker, rather than waiting for someone else to do it for you. Since I have met him, he has acted as the older brother that I never had. He went through experiences two years before I had to deal with them, giving me several expletive-ridden accounts of his forays with college applications, girls and the real world. During my sophomore year of high school, the conversation of what would happen in the following year came up frequently. He was leaving Vermont for a liberal arts school in Ohio and things would be undoubtedly be different. Our advice to each other was consistently the same: “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Now, it is my sophomore year of college and Noah is graduating from that liberal arts school in Ohio. Since Christmas, the realization that he is actually graduating has hit me. We would talk about it, always with […]
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