As many of you may know I visited Gallaudet University during Spring Break. I was going to (and will eventually) write a blog about that. But for now, this is the awesomeness of Barbara Farrell.
I remember when I first met Barb. It was in 2009 and I had just transferred to Kent State. I hated it there, and my life, and everything about it. I didn't know a single person, didn't know where anything was. I was a loser. Then in one of my first classes, Deaf Studies, which I actually didn't even NEED to take, we were paired up into groups. Low and behold. Who was in my group but Barbara. I hated her at first because she went to Kent, and I hated anything and anyone associated with it.
We were talking about the book we needed for our class. We needed to get it from Wordsmith's, and of course I had not a single freaking clue where that was. Barb, being the sweet, kind, caring, loving lady that she was, tried to explain it to me.
B- "Do you know where Starbucks is?"
S- "No, I don't know where anything is."
B- "Do you know where Burger King is?"
S- "NO! I just told you I don't know where ANYTHING is!"
Now maybe I could have handled that situation better. But I didn't. And I didn't regret it. Barb offered to pick it up for me and we actually went together.
She was my first friend at Kent.
Throughout the years we've remained really close. Probably because we had no choice. We had a lot of ASL classes together. And I love that Barb is one of my few friends who shares my love of ASL. We were RA's together. We ate together and got fat together. Made fun of people together. Went shopping, watched tv, homework, parties... Ok that last one is a lie, you caught me. We did go to ONE party together. It was fancy and she let me wear her shoes. Zebra print. Hot!
I love Barbara :) she picked me up from the airport when I went to DC, brought me back when I left. Let me stay in her room for 5 days, took me out, of course let me wear her clothes. And the only 2 things she asked from me was A) pump her gas for her because she's from New Jersey and people there don't pump their own gas. And B) write a blog solely about her.
There are just so many things about this person. She makes me laugh all the time, at things most normal human beings with any sense of morals or decency wouldn't laugh at. Barbara always told me, "if you don't laugh, you'll cry" she's right. And we all know I cry too much as it is!
I always use to write her stupid stories or poems in class when I was bored. So I could think of no better way than to end Barb's Blog with a new one.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I am so Awesome
And Barb's better than you. Amen.
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