After an intense six weeks of school, I was headed to go away with some friends for the weekend. It was going to be just the break that I needed - get out of the city, relax, and catch up on sleep. However, I found out a few days before the trip that I had to attend a manditory seminar all day on the Saturday so I wouldn’t be able to go. I wasn’t pleased and considered my weekend ruined.

I was wrong.

After the seminar I had a group meeting in the campus bar. A few people decided to hang around after the meeting was done for some drinks. I decided to join them, which was completely uncharacteristic of me as I barely knew them, but I figured I’d try to make the best of the situation.

Everything was going well when some friends of a group-mate showed up, one of whom happened to be very cute. They invited us to a party, and for some reason, even though again, it was completely unlike me to wander off with a bunch of guys I didn’t really know, I decided to go.

I spent most of the party talking to the cute friend about anything and everything - it was as if no one else existed. And now, almost a year later, we’re still together.

I always think about that night and how almost fated it seemed. He thinks so too, as he almost didn’t come to the bar that night.

One thing’s for sure - the weekend that school supposedly ruined turned out to be kind of amazing.