HFCS: effika’s blog

Here’s what happened:

Paul wanted to take French last Fall, so I signed up with him. We had fun hanging out and we got pretty close as friends. This semester Paul and I were to be again in the same French class, but thankfully one that’s not at 6.30pm. I arrived, saved him a seat, and waited, waited, and waited some more. Paul never showed up. It’s very embarassing to save a seat for somebody who never arrived. I gave him a call after class, but he didn’t answer. So I called Charles to see if he wanted to get some lunch. He was over at Paul’s, so I hang out over there for a while. Paul had decided last Friday that Japanese was just as hard for him as French, and he only needed 2 more Japanese classes versus 3 French classes. So he dropped French and took Japanese, but failed to tell me any of this. I’d hung out with him and Charles both Saturday and Sunday, so I was rather annoyed. I walked to class with Paul and on the way over we had a bit of a heated discussion about that and some touchy subjects. My feelings got hurt pretty badly; I started to cry and ran off, ending up late for my philosophy class.

Wednesday Paul called me and we talked over everything. We’re still friends, and he’ll try to make time to see me since I won’t have him in class anymore. It still feels kinda weird right now. We’re supposed to hang out Friday after I get off work. I’m not sure how that will go, but maybe he’ll answer his cell phone and everything will go smoothly.

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