All right, you’ll have to bear with me for this one a little bit, because I am about to get a little sentimental.
Yesterday evening I drove just over an hour to the Greenville area to see one of my best friends from high school in her senior recital, and it was probably one of the most distinctly “senior” experiences that I have had so far. Jordan was, as we always say, my “right ear” during high school – we started the first day of freshman year sitting next to each other in the alto section of last period chorus, and we have been friends ever since. We both auditioned and got into show choir the next year, we did the musicals every year, auditioned for All-State Choir together. . . you get the idea. Even when we went away to different colleges, we both ended up with one of our majors with music (though she turned into soprano to the surprise of both of us!).
I have gotten to see her a couple of times these past four years, visiting Furman once for a concert and once for their production of “Sweeney Todd”, and we even had a chance encounter in Madrid (yes, in Spain) in the middle of a crosswalk. . . but that is an interesting story for another time. The point is that we kept up with each other, even if not consistently, and we both continued to surrounded ourselves with music and theatre.
Finally, in the past month, she managed to find Due West to see my senior recital, and I returned the favor to see her last night. I think both of us were a little shocked at how much we had changed since the last time we heard our little high school selves sing – I know that I was, and this made me think about how much I have changed. It’s amazing how much four years, especially in the important years of early adulthood, can affect someone. I thoroughly enjoyed hearing her sing, seeing her and her family again, and reminiscing on how much we have matured. It’s hard to believe that so much time has passed since we met eight years ago, or even since we last sang together. I also began to realize more fully that I don’t know where we’ll both be even in two years, just as with my classmates at Erskine.
There is so much uncertain about the end of college, even if you know where you are headed next, as I do. There are so many friends and classmates who will be dispersing, moving on to other colleges, getting jobs, moving all over the place. . . and we will never all be here again, in tiny, quirky little Erskine, taking classes and living together. It’s funny what makes the strongest impression in periods of transition, because these are often not what you expect them to be. However, I have confidence that since Jordan and I have stayed friends through these four years, we can maintain our friendship for the next four, no matter where we go, and I think that I will be able to manage this with friends at Erskine as well.