French Pressed Coffee And Other Things I am thankful for.

I thought I was an early riser until this year. Now I wake up at 9 o’clock and feel guilty- kind of like being the loser who wakes up last at a slumber party. All of your friends are already awake and have been teasing and giggling with each other for the past hour or so. It’s the same way here. Except that my desire to sleep doesn't affect my popularity status.

On the first day of school a few friends got together and drank French pressed coffee. We sat together and joked around as, one by one, we wished each other a “Happy First Day of School” on the way out of the door. Another day I woke up to pancakes and sat across a round table from new friends who laughed through triangular shaped bites of breakfast. And how can I forget the morning a bouncy red head hopped in my room and sprayed me with the water from her wisdom-teeth syringe?  

The kinship here is obnoxious. It’s overbearing. You can’t help but be wooed by it; it simply won’t let you. It creates secret handshakes, and calls close friends by laughable nicknames. When caught off guard, it may manifest itself in green foam peanuts stuffed in drawers, taped on framed photos, and set in-between seminary books in a bookcase. This morning as I was brushing my teeth, kinship again made itself known by a knock on the outside of the door, and then a voice which said, “I love you, bye” before leaving for class.