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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.
Gitit started high school 3 weeks ago. Like me, it’s hard for her to make the adjustment of not having the friends she got so used to having. Shared frustrations, shared tears, shared memories…
But she just got back from Freshmen Retreat. And that’s not a staged smile. You got this, my love<3
Big Ben
This semester is about me readjusting. Dealing with my friends being gone, the majority of which went to Israel to learn for the year, or went away to college. Dealing with what I was so used to having, leaving me with a handful of friends I’m not as close to.
But I always have Ben.
I have a great friend named Bennett. He’s an incredibly tall redhead who left to UMass this year. He stands here at Queens as a symbol of the friends I’m getting used to not having with me. A symbol of making this change, and not taking it too hard. And my friends, like Big Ben, aren’t gone; just geographically separated.
