the first impressions you can have on someone are not always the best ones, here is the proof!
My first impressions on him were quite different from the impression I get now. The thing is when I met him, everything around me was so new for me; a new school, a new language, a new boarding life, new people, … To be honest, I wasn’t really able to talk as well because I was so scared to do it, so scared to be ridiculous.
I first met him in a building class, probably the third class or something like that, and seriously, he scared me ! He seemed so confident and mature to me just because he was able to talk in English and talking to his friends, what I didn’t really have in the school. I remember exactly the first thing he told me: “Welcome to Columbas !”. I actually didn’t know what to reply, I was like frozen.
He wasn’t the type of guy I used to hang out with, he was even the opposite. I was more the kind of guy girls like me try to avoid. By girls like me, I mean girls who are very shy at the beginning but as soon as you know them better, they go crazy, and t the same time are not very popular, know it and don’t want to change the things. I knew a guy like him before, and we didn’t really get along, so at first i tried to avoid him as well.
I thought he was weird (well I still kind of do but not the same weirdness !), always playing with his brown hair, shaved on the sides. The thing I noticed first on him was his smile: he had a big and avenant smile he used all the time when he wasn’t talking to people he disliked. If I remember it clearly, he has never seemed to dislike me.
The second class I had with him was spanish, and on the first day of the school year, the teacher gave us presentation to do on some random topic of the spanish culture, we had to be in pairs: one beginner and one ‘senior’ as she called them. She took the first names she remembered and made the groups up. I had to go at the back of the class with that guy I absolutely wanted to avoid. My reaction was probably exaggerated but I was stressed.
But this is exactly how our friendship started, doing this spanish presentation, which we never did in front of the class, at the back of Rice, with him trying to explain me spanish and english at the same time, and me being extremely shy.
After that, we were almost always together. We did the musical Guys and Dolls together, hikes in the Wicklow mountains, went outside the school, we sat together in building, maths, biology, and of course in spanish.
We became the closest friends ever when one night when I felt quite down and cried for the first time in front of him he hugged me and found the right words to comfort me. I trusted him, he trusted me, I knew, and I still know, that I can trust him in every situation of my life. He became the closest guy I've ever been to; knowing everything about my life, my problems and keeping listening to me repeating my boring girls conversations over and over. He means so much to me that I consider him as a brother, even more than a brother, and even if I’ve known him for only eight months, it seems I've know him for my entire life. I’m afraid to loose him as he has been such a amazing friend over these months.
Thinking about all our past moments, I think he was the person who made me change for the person I am right now, maybe more mature, more open-minded for sure, and more confident.
I have just one more things to say: the first impressions we get of somebody are not always right. You have to try to know and understand that person better to have the definite judgement on them. 
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