Dylan Nanjad, Journal 1

I went to a private school up until high school. I don’t know if it’s still open, but I really hope not. It’s such a depressing place. What kept me going was the relationships I had with my classmates. It was something I took for granted, but we didn’t just keep each other afloat – we laughed at least a solid half hour every day. Back in first grade I took a school bus there, and there was another kid a year younger than me named Sarvesh who I always ended up sitting next to. It turned out we lived 12 blocks away from each other, so putting us next to each other was mainly for organization. We’d talk about our dreams together and stuff everyday. I’m not sure when it happened, but his parents took him out of the school and I lost my bus buddy. I didn’t see him again until 7th grade. Our class had 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. He came back for the 6th grade. We finally met again after all those years. It didn’t long for me to realize I didn’t like him at all. He was so obnoxious it was ridiculous. Don’t get me wrong, back then I was annoying too, but he got under even my skin. And that was our relationship until I left for high school. 

One year later, he ended up in the same high school, and his mom asked me to watch out for him. We ended up having the same lunch period that year, and that combined with us taking the same train home together all the time led to us becoming really good friends. I can’t provide a specific point where it changed, but by senior year Sarvesh had become one of the few people I confided in. Since then he’s become my family. I trust him with everything. We spend a lot of time going on spontaneous walks together, just to clear our heads and enjoy each other’s company. He’s mentioned before that if we had met at any other time, we wouldn’t have become friends, and honestly he’s right. Our personalities are polar opposites. Our bond was forged through the experiences we’ve shared, good and bad. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.