I think about the new kid sometimes.
Who comes into a new school in the middle of the second semester?
It's kind of stupid, if I do say so myself.
He's gonna have a lot of catching up to do.
Well,
he was the 'lucky guy' who got to sit next to me.
He always talks.
I never do.
Why doesn't he find a new spot to sit in?
Maybe he can just go back to his old school,
then I can be at peace.
