My senior semester of college was going great — my workload was relatively light, and I only had classes two days a week. I had plenty of time for my friends.
But one thing was off. For the first time since I was in middle school, I hated a fellow student. I know “hate” is a strong word, but hear me out.
I just don’t like her.
I met her when I was a junior and she was a freshman, and I disliked her almost immediately. There was just something about the way she participated in class and interacted with others that rubbed me the wrong way. Also, in a couple of our interactions — some where I was in a position of authority or had more experience — she was flat-out disrespectful.
My best friend and I spent a lot of time in the last year learning about our personalities (see her post). During this time, I learned that often you dislike a person because that person, in some way, reminds you of yourself. A few weeks into the semester, after trying to critically analyze…