Jun 29 2009

Pilot

It all started that night I attended my first class of European history. It was my second semester and I didn’t have many friends, only a few acquaintances. I was shy, and reserved and was finding it hard to make new friends. As I was waiting outside my class room, waiting to get in, I noticed a guy who looked to be Kuwaiti. He wasn’t actually in our class, he was looking to overload that night. The professor told him that there was no room and that there was nothing he could do. I didn’t give it much thought, and went home that night to my normal routine. This class was twice a week, so on Thursday when I returned to class, I was surprised to see that same guy sitting in class in the front row. As the professor called out our names, my name was first and I could see him trying to look over his shoulder to catch a glimpse at who it may be. Then his name was called out, Aziz was his name.

The class was a long one and we were given a 15 minute break. I left class and sat outside where most of our classmates were chatting. Aziz came out shortly, and joined the conversation. We were mostly discussing the professor and the course. I was impressed by how fluent his English was, and when he sat down next to me, I couldn’t help but notice how good he smelled. I was nervous, knowing he came from Kuwait, and didn’t want to make a bad impression, so I kept my answers short for the most, and avoided eye contact. 
After class, we talked as we walked out of the building and Aziz offered to walk me to my car. I was parked all the way in the garage, and he mentioned that I could park in the faculty parking after 4 pm. We didn’t exchange numbers, nor did we exchange e-mails, I was shy and he was a gentleman. The whole drive home, I kept thinking about him, I wasn’t sure what it was about him that made me so comfortable. I got this feeling that this would soon develop into a lasting friendship.