Voices
On a night like many other during my freshman year, I sat in the Leavey Center’s big comfy chairs and pretended to do homework with friends from my floor. But on this night, my friend took me and another friend aside and said that she had something important to tell us. I had no idea what it could be, but after she started to say what was on her mind, stopped, and tried again in a different way, I realized that whatever it was, it was big and daunting for her. We encouraged her to just get it out there.
“I think I might like girls,” she finally said.
“You might?” my naïve self asked, not quite grasping what she was trying to tell us.
By
Sara Carothers
October 30, 2008