01/31/2026
Once when I was in tenth grade, my friend John overslept and missed our morning English class. He caught up with me after and asked if he could borrow my notebook — we had a test the next day and he wanted to copy my notes so he’d know what to study. I gave it to him without hesitation and said he could have it until the end of the day, but I did need to leave right after the bell so I wouldn’t be late for my dance class. I told him I’d meet him outside the boys’ locker room after school. We passed each other in the hallways a few times as the day wore on. He high-fived me at one point.
We weren’t extremely close, but had a lot of friends in common. We’d been at school together a few years by then. We’d been at the same parties, laughed together at school assemblies, sat next to each other on the bus heading to field trips here and there. He could be snarky, and though I hadn’t discovered my own snark yet, I appreciated it in other people as long as it wasn’t mean-spirited.
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