Thursday, August 18, 2011


Last but definitely not least. Denise Denise Denise. So much to write about I don't even know where to start. But I will probably start with Freshman year. 

I trudged up to Founders Hall, tired and sweaty, excited and scared, and without even a free hand to open the door of my new dorm room. I finally found Founders 214. I shoved myself into the door, half expecting it would somehow open with the sheer force of my weight. When it didn't, I just stood there sort of bemused, until someone who looked like they were in their early 20's opened the door. Denise's sister. 

I met Denise's sister Marissa and her Mom and Dad and other sister and essentially the entire posse that she had with her, and this was all good and fun until I realized how calm, cool, and collected Denise was. She was sitting at her desk, typing on her lap top and looking at Facebook as if this was the only thing left to do. Her Hello Kitty bed was made, with her Hello Kitty pillows, and her Hello Kitty lamp was set up, and there was her oh no...a Hello Kitty sticker on her laptop? It took about 10 seconds for the horror to set it. This girl was a Hello Kitty freak. 

As the year unfolded, however, I learned that underneath the Hello Kitty fanatic, Denise was an amazing person and great friend. And we had lots of fun in that tiny room in Founders 214. Her, Chelsea and I would have dance parties late at night, and one time they even got me to showcase my Michael Jackson moonwalk impression in my socks. They tolerated my singing and played pranks on me, and they snuck up sweets to our room when I wasn’t feeling up for any food from the Caf. And most memorable of all, they tried to help me become more of an adult.

Three years later, Denise still bullies me into studying with her and nags at me for all the unwashed clothes in my hamper. (Normally, nagging about my class schedule would be at the top of her list but most recently she was pleasantly surprised when she mentioned my class schedule and I told her it was already done.)

Ohhh and all these years later, Denise cares about me more than just a roommate, but as a best friend. We know each other extremely well, and have never had a problem staying close or in touch. I always laugh at Denise's Type A ways (why do I always seem to befriend the Type A people?), and she rolls her eyes at my sometimes airy ones. Whenever I go over to her house, which is on average about three times a day, she asks me if I've eaten yet and what papers I have due the next day. It never gets just astounds me that she cares so much. 

Denise is such a good friend. Sometimes on Saturday mornings, I trudge over to her house, hungover and still in my pj's, hoping to just relax on her couch with a good movie and cup of tea. Instead, I find her executing her goals of the day, and encouraging me to do so as well. When I mumble something about not feeling well and this new movie being my only remedy, she rolls her eyes and gets back to work. But then, ten minutes in when the leading lady of the movie just lost her daughter in a car accident and I'm crying like the pathetic sap that I am, Denise drops everything she's doing and runs over to my side-wide eyed and concerned. 

I texted her the other day, explaining that my blog was taking a new direction, meaning this pattern of writing about people who have changed my life is coming to an end. Not because there aren’t tons more to write about, but because there are, and if I don’t put an end to this now, I have a feeling I would be content simply writing about people forever, especially people who have as big of a heart as Denise does. 

And so, Denise’s entry is the last entry…suggesting that perhaps there really is some truth to the phrase “saving the best for last.”

I love you Claire; let's go back to Spain and have Carlos call me dean and give you an A- in Spanish instead of an A. :)

Thursday, August 4, 2011


Lauren is just about as good as it gets.

We have that oh-how-I-miss-you-come-over-tonight-Ah-I'm-late-for-class-too-gotta-run-love-you kind of friendship. Every time we see each other on campus, it's like our birthdays have come early or something. I see Lauren, Lauren sees me, and we immediately hit all the big Life Highlights-what, if anything, has happened in our lives over the past hour, day, or week, and then off to class we go. Sometimes we walk with one another to the other one's class, even if it is out of the way, just so we can catch up for a bit more. More often than not this means I have to go near Olin Hall, which gives me extreme anxiety but for Lauren, it's a risk I'm willing to take.

Lauren is always positive. It doesn't matter if she has three accounting tests that day, or if she can't find her phone, or if she hasn't had a chance to eat yet and it's 4 pm, Lauren is positive. She is always smiling, and asks me how my day is going as if my problems are the only thing in the world she has to worry about. So I babble on about this or that and Lauren just smiles and listens. Halfway through retelling my melodrama of the day I realize I haven't yet asked her how her day is going, and when I do, Lauren just heaves a sigh of relief and says something like "oh I'm tired but it's almost over." And then she keeps on smiling.

So besides these plethora of qualities that are compassion, trustworthiness, and positivity, Lauren also happens to be absolutely brilliant. You would never know how smart Lauren is because she doesn't ever talk about her fabulous G.P.A. or act like she knows it all, but actually, she knows it all. She knows accounting backwards and forwards, upside down and inside out. She is patient when I try so so hard to understand the differences between cost and tax and managerial and financial...stuff...and although it always seems to go over my head, I know one thing for sure-that Lauren is really really smart and really really good at not making me feel stupid, which I have come to appreciate.

Lastly, Lauren understands a lot about life. We talk on the phone almost everyday, and have these amazing discussions that can only accurately be described as life chats, or philosophizing. We are very good philosophers when we are working together, and always seem to draw these grand, universal conclusions that fall under a realm of "just the way things are." We have learned so much about each other over the past three years, and our similarities have created an unexpected yet extremely close bond between Head-In-The-Clouds-Writer and Organized-Genius-Accountant.

At this point, I am thinking that I will probably never meet anybody else like Lauren. She is so supportive of all my dreams, and we applaud each other's accomplishments as if they were our own. We never get sick of each other, and she has yet to conclude that I am this kind of a dreaming, hopeless romantic, idealistic writer type, even though she knows me better than most.

Lauren Ashley Hare, I love you and your perfect nose and your fast car and your ginormous Juicy bag more than you know, and I truly admire you. Even though there was that one time you manipulated me into helping you get rid of a dead crow, in my opinion you are just about the closest thing to a perfect friend and person. And when life throws someone like you my way, I can't help but smile and think that you are, in short, simply as good as it gets.