Giddy

Problem #7 - "Have A Good... Graduation."

Wait, wait... why is my heart pounding? I never even talked to him properly... but his smile was so sweet.

I hope I didn't come off like he was a bother. I hope I didn't seem like I was relieved to get rid of him.

When he was walking past the classroom, I thought he was here for Mrs. Grano. But I watched him, looked at him right in the eye as he made his way toward me. I tilted my head so far back while I sat and he stood, towering over me.

The bag he set on my desk surprised me. The blooming of pink tissue paper from the rose-decorated brown bag took my attention. I wasn't this giddy when he gave me toffee before Christmas break.

And just to think, I looked at his desk and sort of missed him...

Chapter after chapter we took notes in Algebra 2. Chapter after chapter, I took two times the notes. Chapter after chapter, I heard him say thank you.

Near the beginning of the year, my Algebra 2 teacher asked if I'd be willing to take notes for a student. I agreed, and not just to get extra credit.

Now, I thought I was doing this for someone in another class because she asked me to hand the notes I took to her after class. I thought I was doing this for someone who broke their arm or wrist and couldn't write. But then one day, I handed the notes to my teacher and she made her way across the room and set the paper down in front of a student in my class.

For the next seat changes, I sat near him. Him... I'll say Connor. I sat near Connor. He would always be diagonal from me and we'd be in the first two rows at the front. I never talked to him in casual conversation, but I listened when he did with others.

For the past year, I somehow felt like I was seated near people I was supposed too. I know this isn't actually a problem, and I only just now felt this giddiness.

But, maybe it is.

Because I don't know if I'll ever see him again.

I'll be leaving with problem seven.