• “Fog, Fog the Dog,” this was the poem that changed my life. It was seventh grade, second quarter, fifth period, in my English class. I was grouped with a crazy girl on medication, a bookworm, and a pyro-maniac. Our assignment was to write a poem, ours was “Fog, Fog the Dog.” That poem united me with my best friend ever. It was the catalyst for the ending of one lifestyle, and the start of another.

    Middle school is said to be the hardest time of a student’s life. It is even harder when you have no friends. I know this first hand. All of life’s problems are magnified when you have no friends to talk them out with, and no one to sit with at lunch. When I met Lauren, there was an immediate connection, from that day on; I had a place to sit at lunch and a friend to confide in.
    Lauren stood by me during my worst times. I remember one time in my life that stands out most. That day I was having problems with a teacher, and I ended up crying on Lauren’s shoulder. She comforted me, and helped me through this hard time until I could get home and sort it all out. She was there for me when the boy problems came, and when I was betrayed by another friend. She has been there for me, and been my pillar of strength.

    Lauren was there for me when I started high school and found myself friendless again, with nowhere to sit at lunch. We supported each other through the change of going from the top to the bottom. We got together for sleepovers often and had a blast. We would see movies, have Starbucks, go to Barnes and Noble, and just be two best friends. We would cook dinner for the three of us, Lauren, her mom, and I. Enchiladas were the best at her house. I always wanted to have them.

    Then, when it came time for me to move to a strange new place, Lauren was there to see me off. She held me that last day, and we both vowed not to cry, because we knew we would see each other again. I called her that weekend, and she talked me through the hard move. I still call her to this day. Even though we are not there for sleepovers, we do call each other and talk as if we are with each other again. To stay close, we do something that we would do together, and then call the other and talk about it. It helps close the space between us just a bit.

    A great friendship we forged, all thanks to one crazy poem. One poem written by four oddballs changed my whole life. I had found my friend, sister, and someone I could rely on. I will never forget that day. Through all of my hardships, she has been there for me, and I have been there for her as well. It was once said that a good friend comes once in a blue moon, and if my memory is correct, it was a blue moon that month.