The first day I saw him was in the middle of third grade.
He was this scrawny little kid with glasses, practically the walking stereotype of a nerd.
He didn't talk much, and when he did, he sounded like a mouse scurrying under kitchen tables at midnight.
I didn't pay him much mind. For years I only saw him out of the corner of my eye.
He was a peripheral vision creature.
But slowly I began to notice him more.
He became more outspoken, somehow his vision got better, and he wormed his way into the middle of the social hierarchy.
Congratulations. He finally fit in.
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RomanceMath class. The one place you thought happiness disappeared. But even math class has its own twists and turns.
