Please Don’t Break Any Plates

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To the Freshman;

(0f which I will admit, I am one)

It’s been almost a month now since college started. A month during which some have experienced heightened levels of procrastination, while the restraint bar for netflix has dropped to zero. For others, the main issue is that there aren’t any beds in the library, as the amount of time spent in the library versus that of the room is questionable at best. Whatever type of student you happen to be, living at college is a whole new experience, whether that’s getting along, or not, with the roomie, trying to avoid the dorm bathrooms at all costs or attempting to pry open each eyelid in time for class. A month, during which I have come to the conclusion that finding friends is like dropping a plate.


This may seem like a strange metaphor but bear with me, all shall become clear. Now, before I begin explaining, please, this is not an endorsement of the dropping of plates. Don’t drop any plates. It’s bad. Just as tea is actually really good.


Now, picture the dropping of the plate. The moment when you know the plate is going to drop and there isn’t anything anyone can do. The crash against the floor as it breaks into sharp pieces. The silence after the plate is on the floor, everyone staring at it as their brains work to respond, then the scramble as people all jump to help at once.


The moment you know the plate is dropping, that’s the opportunity to say hello, to start a conversation. When the pull to say something is just as great as the temptation to stay silent. Staying silent is like having someone catch the plate, therefore preventing any crashes but also any conversation. Don’t try to catch it, just let it break, there are lots of plates in the world.  Saying hello is that plate dropping, the crash, and the immediate wish to shrink into a little tiny ball, and never speak to anyone again (perfectly normal, don’t worry), it too shall pass.


Those awkward few sentences after ‘hi’, those corny opening lines, ‘What’s your name? Mine is Ganli. What’s your major’ etc. etc. That is the silence after the plate drops, when the average human brain is still catching up to what’s happening. Although there are those rare individuals whose reaction time is better than anyone else’s, they start to help first and therefore won’t let any awkward conversation happen. Normally though people are a little slower but as they help pick up the pieces of plate, the conversation picks up too (pardon the pun, but it actually was intentional). The conversation takes off and just like that, voila, a new friend and a broken plate.

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