Come Around.

College is hard at first when you decide to go somewhere (or someone decides for you) a thousand miles away and you only know one person going there with you. It is even harder when you are an introverted (at first) writer slash jock who likes both playing basketball and writing short stories. I am not very good at making friends but I have a few now and it makes college a lot better actually, which probably doesn’t surprise you.

The first people I got to know were the crazy and awesome RUF guys: William, Alex, and Robert, and there 4th leg Wilson. Each of them has a totally different personality that accents the others very well. They have good chemistry. Robert is a joy and is very good at the piano and he sings along with the music when it plays in the car and it makes me smile. He reminds me of Will the Aggie a little bit. Just because he is goofy and makes people happy. Robert smiles and then the whole room gets bright so I have to put on sunglasses. He tells funny stories that I enjoy even if they don’t relate to the conversation at all. William is a softhearted man who is very kind and pensive, but also he is funny and a thinker and very strong. He is not a person who you can just thrust your views upon. He seems very grounded and I heard he is very good at singing when he plays his acoustic guitar like Jack Johnson or Eliot Smith. William reminds me of my friend Carley. Alex is the helmsman. He lead our first Bible study and I was very impressed at his teaching skills because he is just a crazy graduate engineer guy. Alex is very sarcastic and that spells trouble with me because I play along. Many times it goes too far but I don’t believe in “crossing the line” so I love Alex because we cross the line people say not to cross. Alex plays the guitar too. Alex reminds me of somebody (I can’t say who) except that Alex does not cuss as much as the person who he reminds me of. I love to cuss. Wilson is warm to be around because he asks you questions about what you like and how your classes are and things like that. Wilson has a war smile and he makes you feel like you matter. He is humble and plays the guitar. Wilson’s red car takes me places so I don’t have to walk and he drives me all the way to the entrance and said he would take me to Wal-Mart if I needed. RUF girls: if you read this don’t be offended I didn’t talk about you because I don’t know you well enough to make an assessment.

            I know a few other people well enough to make an initial blogosphere about. The first is Kirsten the Question-Asker. Kirsten the Question-Asker is very thoughtful and interesting and she reminds me of my friend Ellie the Drill-Team Girl a little bit. Kirsten the Question-Asker and I go to readings at the nook store or at the Shambaugh house or wherever they are going to be. She is sweet and has a soft heart and a reassuring, high voice. One day I was eating lunch at Hillcrest and I was in my jock uniform: I had vintage Sixers shorts on and my Wake Forest beanie and I looked like a basketball player who is actually good (false). As I ate my grilled chicken breast and self-concocted parfait I saw a girl walk through the cafeteria with green high-top converses on. “Holy shit,” my mind said. “Someone not wearing Uggs!” She sat down and started to eat and then I sat down and explained myself: “Okay I know this is weird but I seriously have not seen any girl in green, high-top converses.” And that’s how I actually met Kirsten the Question-Asker. I call her Kirsten the  Question-Asker because, on the walk back to the dorms from our first reading visit, I told her a book had changed my life (Blue Like Jazz, Donald Miller) and she asked how. And then I told her some stuff and I said the word grace and was probably just going to shrug it out but she wanted to know how it specifically changed my life. It was cool because it made me think. I hope Kirsten the Question-Asker keeps asking me questions.

If I were to be written about in a blog I think I should be called Hunter the Texter or Hunter the Writer or Hunter the Sad Boy. But anyways, there is one more person I want to blog about and that is Leslie the Badass Field Hockey Player. Leslie the Badass Field Hockey Player is very nice and she is cool because she is an athlete but she is also a thinker and I don’t think she wants to settle for a mediocre life or stuff like that. Leslie the Badass Field Hockey Player and I went to a rhetoric thing where we (supposedly) got points for participation points. We rode her badass scooter (it is orange and says Buddy on the side) to the school library and then I told her the reading was at the public library so we laughed and got back on the scooter. The air was cold to me because I am from Texas and I didn’t bring a sweatshirt. We got to the reading and Leslie the Badass Field Hockey Player had to leave about half way through. Oh, also, I lent Leslie the Badass Field Hockey Player August and Everything After because she needs a little music ed. and she likes the song Anna Begins which is my favorite song in the world. She had to go because she is badass and they had to play two games in California that weekend. They beat Stanford 3-2 and they beat Pacific 8-0. Leslie the Badass Field Hockey Player starts and she is a freshmen and she is from Pennsylvania, which is such a relief because she doesn’t have the weird Midwest accent. Leslie the Badass Field Hockey Player and I texted a lot because we both are like that. It was cool. I think we will get along really well. Leslie the Badass Field Hockey Player reminds me of my friend Noah the Smart Guy a little bit, and Noah the Smart Guy is one of my best friends. Leslie the Badass Field Hockey Player is kind but she is not afraid of anyone I don’t think. She is honest and cares for other people and is very pleasant to be around and is easy to talk to. I am excited to get to know her more.