I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

Well, I’m a month into my senior year, and it’s been… interesting.

I’m on crutches for a week, thanks to a fluke accident on some stairs last Friday (and I was sober – everyone, including my mom, asked if I was drinking). It’s been a learning process, and I don’t think I’d be where I am today if it wasn’t for my friends.

I have a core group of about five that have been there for me, and I’m grateful for them, whether I need someone to talk to or they check up on me just because. We’ve been doing a lot more of things together, like going to football games, out to dinner, or the bar at 9:00pm on Thursdays to beat the crowd and grab a table. They are a great support system, and they try to make me laugh and keep me upbeat.

I’m not one to ask for help, so being on crutches has been difficult. It’s just a sprain, but I have to try to stay off of it as much as I can. Thankfully, my roommates have been big helps, especially since our townhouse apartment is two floors. My direct roommate calls me “Hop-A-Long” since you can hear me coming on the crutches. I normally don’t hurt myself like that, so I’m frustrated at myself for that. But accidents happen, and I’m happy it’s not broken because that would be so much worse. I guess one good thing that has come out of this is that everyone pretty much holds open any door for me. But every day feels like arm/shoulder day, and being an asthmatic on crutches isn’t such a good thing.

So far, senior year has been… good to me. I give it a 7/10 – it’ll probably be an 8/10 next week when I’m not on crutches anymore.

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