It started normal, hit the snooze a few times too many. Skipped my english class to fight with a fax machine, because my mom desperately needed last years tax forms, to fill out this years. At least she's not calling me every hour, anymore. Went to my economics class and grabbed a copy of the Wall Street Journal on my way out. I was excited to pick up a spicy tuna roll and savor every bit over the latest article pertaining to Bernake. Alas, no where to sit, so i ask a girl if i could sit with her, and, of course, she says yes. As i open the paper, she procedes to fill me in on her horrid night at her job. Something about a tequiliaed up chinese coworker grabbing her ass. While I fight the urge to roll my eyes, I listen, fascinated by the details, i can't help but think i have, "Please talk to me" tattooed across my face. My phone rings, an out, i wish her luck with her harassment lawsuit threats and meet up with my "like sorority chick" friend. We decide to sit in the grass infront of Southern Hall, and enjoy the beautiful day. I stretch out in the soft grass, lay my head on my bag, and gaze at the sun playing off the leaves of the huge tree across the lawn. She is rambling on and on about her latest boyfriend drama. Again, why do people feel the need to tell me such things? I pretend i'm interested in her mindless chatter and do nothing but think about the conversation we had last night. I had an ephiphany! (and you didn't think this story was going to get good)
I wonder how can I be a better person, a better student, a better parent? Maybe, instead of being selfish and thinking of only my needs, I'll give my full attention to my friend; give her what she needs from me, someone to listen.
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