Mandy. Amanda. Bode.
We met at volleyball tryouts in 2006. I questioned how down to earth you were due to a pink Miss Texas pageant shirt you were wearing. I apologize for my snap judgements; it was a result of mentally preparing for high school after reading The Gossip Girl series. I also remember envying your setting skills, which landed you on the junior varsity team instead of the freshman team I reported to. Everything is a blur after that because we both know my memory sucks and I’m not wholly convinced I actually attended CLHS.
What I do know is that I’m always surprised when I’m telling a story and you’re all like, “Oh yeah, you told me that in high school.” And I’m all like, “Wait, we were friends?” So I guess our lives have been more connected than I initially realized, but there was no way I could have predicted that we would be where we are now.
I remember touring Concordia University Texas and running into you. I remember leaving campus with my dad and getting the brilliant idea of us being dorm mates. I texted you, nervous that you already had arrangements or simply wouldn’t want to room with me. I guess we were already on the same page because the rest is history!
I love that we did freshman year together. I love that we had each other’s backs, taking turns playing mom while the other got reckless. I love that we partied so hard, but never let it affect our academics. I love that we called ourselves T & A even though neither of us had either. I love that we took beer pong so seriously and that we were so proud of our alcohol tolerances. I love that a ‘night in’ meant a whole sleeve of oreos and a big glass of milk. I love that you came to my games and tried to understand softball. I love that I had you when I felt so alone on a team that was supposed to be some of my best friends. I love you for being there for me when I let a boy break my heart.
I’ll never forget our first apartment together. We started getting into our majors and making ourselves known at CTX. I started dating Nic, but it was your turn to have your heart broken. I remember wishing I could make the pain stop, but knew that it had to run its course. I think the both of us experiencing such hurt brought us closer, because I truly understood what you were going through. There was never any judgement between us and I am so thankful for that because I think it’s safe to say we’ve seen each other at our worst and our best.
My junior year, you helped me make one of the hardest decisions – to quit softball. You had made a similar decision regarding volleyball and seeing how you were able to thrive gave me confidence that I could do the same. I filled my newfound free time with academic extracurriculars; but we still managed to make some appearances on 6th street. I think we grew apart a bit, but only because we were still figuring out who we were as individuals.
I love that we’ve been such good influences on each other over the years, academically, emotionally and physically. I don’t know what the key to our successful roommate-ship has been, but I do know it’s rare for two girls to live together for six years and still be able to say they’re best friends.
I look back at old pictures with our baby faces and skinny limbs and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. Knowing that we are partnering with the mission to bring the same confidence and independence we found from fitness to other women is seriously awesome. Like my sister said, I am so thankful that God put you in my life – to strengthen my faith & to remain partners, but this time in business rather than beer-pong.
But now you’re moving out and this chapter is closing. I know I’ll still see a lot of you, but we both know it just won’t be the same. This is seriously of Rachel & Monica proportions. Okay I gotta go before I get emotional.
I’m sad to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.