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During my travels of Baltimore, I've met such a diverse crowd of people. Especially on Loyola's campus, everyone comes from different places and different backgrounds. It's truly eye-opening to be in a group of people who are nothing like me. College is really a place where you get to escape your hometown and get away from all of the people who are similar
Imagine my surprise when I met someone just like me during my senior year of college. Through a mutual friend, I met a kid who came from the same town as me. The similarities don't stop there. Despite living in Westfield New Jersey in a house two blocks away from mine, he also attended the same all boys high school an hour away in Jersey City. This means that for four years, we took the exact same train at the same time to make our commute.
When I first met Andrew, he was the perfect average of every twenty-one year old man I've ever met. He stands roughly six feet tall, and he has light brown hair. He also wears the college boy uniform, which consists of a nike hoodie and grey sweatpants. To this day, I rarely see him wear anything else. He though he gives off a bit of a slobbish appearance, he cleans up nicely when he wears khaki's and a vineyard vines sweater.
Andrew's personality is simply unhinged and unmatched by anyone else I've ever met in my entire life. He drinks large amounts of beer all at once, then gets up and goes to class the next morning. He can be incredibly loud, but he maintains that he's also quite studious at the same time. He doesn't do much besides study for classes and play video games.
He has a big personality, and it attracts other big personalities. Our dorms on Loyola's campus are close together, so we see each other fairly often. This means that I also have the pleasure of running into his friends as well. Some friends of his are mutual friends. Others, I still don't even know their names. We hang out together casually, so that's why we have a few friends in common.
The context in which we met is an interesting story. It was the beginning of the school year, and everyone was planning what they would do for the evening. A friend of mine (who I've known since high school) said that we should go to someone else room to hang our for the night. I wasn't going to be picky, so I agreed without question. Later, I would ask who's room we were going to. He said "Andrew's room". I was clueless. I had no idea who he was talking about. I asked who he was. I was told that he had attended Saint Peter's Preparatory with us from 2015 to 2019.
" What do you mean?" I asked. In my head, there was absolutely no way that there could be someone at the same college as me who also attended the same high school. The stars must have aligned perfectly to make sure that we would be in the same environment for seven years and never meet.
We walked down the hallway to a door that was clearly marked with a name tag that read "Andrew" written in thick black sharpie. This confirmed that this person was not an elaborate prank set up to throw me off my game. When Andrew opened the door, he really looked like every guy you ever went to high school with. As my description in the beginning of this blog states, he had light brown hair and was roughly six feet tall. Nothing about him really stands out. When all is said and done, it's easy for me to see how I missed him all those years back in high school.
Funnily enough, he said that he did recognize me. He said he just assumed I was in the grade above him (how does that work when he saw me there his senior year?). It makes sense, because I'm pretty sure I stuck out of the crowd in high school. With my long mullet and bright pink tie, you probably could have spotted me from a mile away.
That night, we went out to a bar together. We partied like we had known each other all those years. It's funny how things like this just happen in life. Though it would have been comical for us to have never met at all during our entire academic careers, I'm glad we did. At the end of the day, I feel as if I've made a life long friend.
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