assignment #11 - lily gardner: converted swifty

I sit next to a curly redhead with Doc Martens and plaid pants and who wears a lot of black. On Wednesday, she was not in school. In every class we share, I received a graded paper intended for her. I am absent quite a bit, so it could explain the confusion, as, when there is only one person at our shared table, it is disproportionately likely to be Taylor.

To be frank, I’m quite honored. Taylor is a good student who actually does her math homework the day before it is due and keeps the most organized planner I’ve ever seen. She never fails to have gum when I walk in complaining of my horrible breath, my other requests having been rejected. Despite the fact that we both believed the other person hated ourselves prior to sitting next to each other, we’ve managed to succeed as an academic pair pretty well, a well oiled machine for physics questions and writing constructive criticism.

I am a skeptic of choosing my own seat; whenever I’ve done it in the past, my teachers have always found some way to use this liberty against the class as a whole. But I also want to genuinely like the individual I sit beside, my last name put me in a pretty good position to do that.

Some final thoughts: anyone who drinks strong black coffee and eats potatoes, oops I mean pears, out of a bag has got to be great. On principle, I avoid people who rise prior to 7 AM by choice, but Taylor really enjoys her early mornings. Neither of us get enough sleep either way. I think our table gives off some intense chaotic neutral vibes, but, if I’m sitting next to a really good person, I expect nothing else.