By Bethany Jett
I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up.
Unfortunately, middle- and high school is the time where friendships equate social status, likeability, and self-worth. The more friends you have, the better you are. Unfortunately, that’s a lie we too often believe.
One or two true friends are better than one hundred people who think you’re nice.
I went to a private Christian school for sixth and seventh grade where I met Kristen. We laughed, cried, occasionally “broke up,” but our bond was tight. She was my best friend, and best friends love you no matter how embarrassing your family can be.
Like the first time she spent the night at my house.
My dad would buy the generic Wal-Mart brand black-and-white vanilla-filled cookies and store them in the refrigerator. They were a staple at our house, and I didn’t think anything about it, until seeing Kristen’s surprise that we kept our cookies in the fridge.
The small things are embarrassing when you’re a teenager. I totally get it.
But she thought it was cool, and would get so excited to eat them. Every time she came over after that, she’d look at me with big eyes and say, “refrigerator cookies?” So I always made sure my dad bought them before she came over.… continue reading