It was a rough first year of college for me when it came to finding friends who could at least tolerate my interests. Tito and Lindita were great mentors that I still talked to.
At least I could talk to them.
There was another girl who was a year older than me who I befriended and I wanted to let her know about my next piece.
She was at one of the tables in the commons when I approached her.
“Hey, Yasmina. What’s up?