My First Mediation

I think mediation went alrigh for Connor and I. I think are biggest problem in not only mediation but overall has been communication. I think a lot of tension that came between us was mostly from misconceptions about one another. In fact, the reason things were ended between us was over a lie someone had told me about Connor. Then our only interactions became when we were drunk, or avoiding each others path in the dining hall. Sometimes when we drink too much we do silly things, stupid things, and even mean things. To try and put all the blame on Connor would be unfair and untrue.

Mediation was obviously very awkward and I’m sure Connor was also dreading having to sit across from me and uncomfortably talk about ourselves. It was not easy to

Connor and I went back and forth a lot, and couldn’t seem to agree on anything. If I am being completely honest, I could have been more understanding towards where Connor was coming from. I am aware I was not the nicest person after we fought, and I really regret it. In fact some of the things I did make me cringe. If I had made him upset with me in any way, I would want him to know that I am truly sorry. I definitely let my feelings for him get in the way. I am still growing and learning everyday from these experiences. I am aware of my flaws, like acting out of anger, hurt feelings, or embarrassment. Perhaps if Connor had looked at things from my point of view, he could better understand me. In mediation I said how I felt about a lot of things, and I had wished he had done the same. I think for too long I was trying to act unbothered by all of them, when I was actually pretty intimidated. When mediation ended with us having to go to a trial, I was very upset and frustrated by the entire

So when we decided on not speaking, or being in each other’s presence, it felt like the only option to end something that had felt like we had been dealing with forever. However it was clear that we were not a good terms. There was still some obvious tension between us for the following weeks. But very recently, Connor and I had the chance to speak with each other. I think deciding to hate each other is alot harder and tiring than just agreeing to be okay. It meant a lot to me for Connor to come up to me and tell us that we were good, followed by his friends doing the same. I got a chance to speak with his friends, and they were surprisingly very understanding. After explaining our stories from our point of views, it was clear the root of the problem was misunderstanding each other, and our