The Gray Day

Seating chart

The winter break is finally over. I rarely do anything during breaks, and they are just so boring, that they're not my personal favorite. Moreover, our teacher was going to change our seating arrangement, and I was very anxious, when I came back from the break because I was emotionally attached to my old seat. The best part of my old seat was that a guy on our seat would always bring us sweets, which was something I looked forward to on every gray day. (Due to COVID, our classes were split into two groups: gray days, which are classes 2,4,5,6, and blue days, which are classes 1,3,5,7) But my least favorite class still seems to be gray days. Blue days are my preferred days as my closest buddies are in that class.

I hope I get to sit next to the person who gives me sweets, but I guess I'm looking forward to finding out who I'll be sitting beside. Basically, it brightens gray days. The fact that I'm taking Algebra and Language Art on the same day doesn't help either. I was prepared for class and looked at the screen to see where I was sitting. I was situated not far from where I regularly sat. It matters who was sitting next to me and my table partner even though I was basically sitting across from my old seat. Everyone showed up to class at last and found their spot. To gather, four desks were connected to my desk. My old seatmate was among the individuals seated at our table. We barely spoke at all. Person sitting next to me I had no idea who the other guy was, but one of them was sort of a friend. Luckily, everything was fine for now.

The instructor instructed us to introduce ourselves to the people at our table. Nothing was mentioned. Although it was awkward, the 30 seconds eventually came to an end. Consequently, I eventually learned that his name was Jayden. Never in my life have I longed to get from a seat so quickly. Being seated next to him was a nightmare. I was waiting for spring break to actually begin so that possibly I would be granted a new seat. We fought almost every day. It started when the teacher gave me my paper for the classwork and I was trying to get the pencil and stuff from my bag, so that meant my paper was still on his table; he rudely told me to take my stuff off his table and to keep my stuff on my side of my desk and pushed my stuff off his desk, mind you, my stuff barely touched his desk. Finally, the school was over and I was still mad about what happened in language art class with Jayden and told my brother what happened and how I couldn't wait till spring break so I would get my new seat, hopefully, away from Jayden. I still disliked attending my gray day classes simply because of Jayden, and other reasons, even though blue was still amazing.

You will read the passage and respond to the questions together at your table for today's assignment, the teacher instructed, and one of us will assist you. Everything was wonderful. With the exception of Jayden, almost everyone contributed. He only desired answers and had no interest in reading the essay. He requested that we read it and respond to him. When I requested him to read it since I was growing increasingly irritated with him, he disrespectfully refused and answered as usual rudely. I also complained to my brother about how unpleasant he was after school and how I absolutely have to swap seats. Enough about that guy; now, let's talk about my friends. I have two close buddies. We refer to them as Bet and Jay, and we regularly get together for lunch with a teacher with whom we have a close relationship. Me and around three other classmates have lunch together, but Jay doesn't come along. She goes somewhere with her buddies. The information on the teacher and the friends will be useful at a later time.

We have still not advanced further since we last sat at the table, and we don't exactly communicate all that much, but that's acceptable to me because we haven't made any progress yet. I would gladly not speak with him than talk to him and have him be unpleasant. I couldn't care less. There is still one individual in the class with whom I can interact. Because he's seated at my table, doesn't mean I am required to talk to him. Furthermore, talking to him appears not to help me in any way. It's not like he's smart; he's kind of bright but not necessarily so. Since I am already reasonably intelligent, I don't need to.

So I no longer need to keep attempting to talk to him right? I was concerned about my seating chart, but it turned out alright. It's just a few minor issues, but I'm okay.