By Misty Volaski
Upon graduating from Nordhoff High School, joy faded and reality set in: I’m leaving friends who, for four years, had trudged on by my side through the tempest of drama and inside jokes and hormones that is high school.
My parents tried to quell my fears; it was perfectly normal, they said, to drift apart from high school friends. I refused to believe it.
Well, we did go off to college, where we did meet new friends. My “crew” moved to Morro Bay, Simi, Chico, Germany, Hawaii, Reno.