I had two best friends during my school years, one in middle school and one in high school. These two girls were different in so many ways. Thinking back, I can name only three things that they had in common: they attended the same school, they liked New Kids on the Block, and they both knew me (that last thing, of course, is the most amazing thing about them!) One trait they definitely did NOT share had to do with school—one of them took her studies seriously while the other would skip class every chance she got.
And she was good at trying to convince me to skip with her. Sad to say, she succeeded at times. We skipped school one day and walked from the junior high all the way across town to her house. I still don’t know why we did it. Something about her feeling bad about a breakup with an idiot who wasn’t good enough for her anyway. It felt good to be out of class, until the day came to an end and I realized I had to explain to my parents why I wasn’t on the bus or in my afternoon classes. Funny how when I think I of that “best friend” I remember more trouble than anything.
But when I think of my high school best friend, I remember good times. I remember school dances and sleepovers and private jokes and laughter. It’s not wonder that she is the one that I still call on when I need a shoulder to cry on or just want to share the good things in my life.
Maybe skipping class isn’t such a great thing after all.