Maybe Of Mice and Men. Maybe Gatsby. I don’t even remember— The assignment was never the point. I was always so bubbly in the class knowing every single answer, yet never raising my hand a single time. I was always so happy to sit in class and read at 7:30 in the morning while the people around me absolutely dreaded it. How could someone could dread something so dear to me . I never spoke to a single soul in the class but I was never mean That is just not who I am, I prefer to be kind. You never fully realized how mean the others were to you when you were not paying attention. Honestly, I never did either. Just as I did not realize how my waiting for you to get your pencil case could be a kindness. While the rest of the group was eager to start, I told our teacher that we were waiting for you to come back. And when you did, we started like nothing happened. I did not see this as a big deal— I would have waited for anyone to get whatever they needed. But our teacher did. She slid me a note at the end of class just before the bell that read, “you have a kind heart.” While you and I saw my waiting as nothing, she saw a kid being kind to a person who was rarely treated that way by their peers. For all I know you saw it differently. Maybe my waiting for you made your week. I think about it often. I try to do things like that every day.