Last semester, I was living with my parents and commuting to school. I slept a lot on BART (it takes about an hour each way) rather than do work…and I did not have much of a social life. Today, I found myself thinking, yet again, “I have no friends,” but for very different reasons.
First of all, this was not a completely fair assertion last semester. I did have friends, lovely ones who let me crash in Berkeley on the rare occasion I attended some kind of *ahem* social function, but moving back home after two years of college life made me feel like I had landed in high school again. This time, it was worse, though, because all my friends were in college, and therefore there was no one in Pleasanton to hang out with me.
As for today…
I am the president of the Society of Linguistic Undergraduate Students. SLUgS. Pretty awesome, yeah? (The name; not my office.) Today, we had a group study session…and no one showed up. I took the cocoa chai cake, and the only person who got to try it out was Chad, who stopped by with Dia de los Muertos (accents are missing because I’m not sure where they belong and how they point) bread on his way to church. So, I guess I have one friend. Two, if you count Michelle, who talked to me online while I was waiting for people to show up. Three, if you count SLUgS alumnus Nate, who called from Carnegie-Mellon to see how the study session was going.
So, life is looking up after all.
