Defining Me: False Cognates
Within the first few moments after I got out of my car, I was already getting the up and down from a pair of big brown eyes across the parking lot. I reminded myself it was just the car (2005 Mustang GT) and only Freshman Orientation. Here I was again, transplanted into a world where I knew no one but myself. I could be any one I wanted, but this time it was my lips and vocal cords doing the work instead of my fingertips. Grateful for a second chance to get me right, I got a roommate and a boyfriend and proceeded to merrily bury myself in schoolwork. The next year, I moved in with five new suitemates, and dealings with the S.O. got to be parasitic. I broke it off and debriefed the suite, but was generally miserable until I realized I could turn my troubles into opportunities.