When I was in seventh grade, I had a seat behind this one girl almost the whole year. I didn’t talk to her because I was “unpopular” and she was one of the “popular” girls. On the last day of the year, during roll call, she turned when she heard my name and said “Oh my god, when did you get in my class?”
Yeah, apparently people can forget I’m sharing a class with them all year.
Well, I saw her today and she was shopping at Wal-Mart. I helped her out, going as far as to trade her dollars because self-checkout wouldn’t accept hers. I saw her read my name tag. But I wonder if she even knew who I was. Because she acted like a stranger. A thankful stranger. But not as if she had a clue who I was.
Meanwhile I saw four other people from high school besides her. Had a little chat with them all and asked how they were.