I snicker as Shawn throws another bit of paper into the boy’s hair in front of us. We’re supposed to be paying attention to an astronomy lecture, but the constellation of white stars in the black mass of hair is much more interesting. The boy still hasn’t noticed, concentrated on the next origami unicorn he’s making. I’m ashamed of this memory.
When I first met Jenaer, I didn’t expect to talk to him, let alone become friends. He was different from anyone I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot. He was quiet and awkward, and I was loud and growing more openly confident each day.
After a year of emails, arguments, outbursts, and silent treatments, I realized that I’d gained a new friendship. It’s not a conventional friendship, and it is in no way always cordial, but it works.
Jenaer gives me a new perspective on life. There is very little we agree on, short of an unspoken mutual agreement that bickering should replace conversation. But he’s always saying something interesting, and I’m always looking forward to it.