Megan meets Mike

To begin with, I did not like Mike. Not at all. My sister would talk to him, and I told her to stay away. As far as I was concerned, he was annoying and useless. Clearly, I judge people very quickly.

Mike was sort of in the group I was in. And since he was in my grade and he sat near me in English class, I was had to socialize with him from time to time. He would sometimes come up to my locker and ask "How you doin'?". To which I would coldly snip, "Fine. And how are you?". I would find a way to leave promptly.

When Mike signed up to be on of the scriptwriters for our comtek movie, I was not impressed. I could not believe it. I thought that the whole thing was going to be comepletely dreadful. I did not know how I would survive the 5 months of class working closely beside him. (Little did I know at the time that I would be working for the next nine months, rather than five.)

I'm not sure exactly when things changed, but it was somewhere in the middle of those five months spent in comtek class. I first began to tolerate Mike. And then I began to see his strengths; he's loyal "as a dog", he works hard, he sees a project through to completion (something that was proving to be a rare commodity). Mike is also amusing, generous, and creative. Eventually I stopped disliking him, I had gotten to know him and found that he was not the person I thought. Now he is one of my very closest friends. Mike is also very often my psychiatrist and I think of him as part of my family. Quite the change from me rolling my eyes whenever he would walk up to me, eh?