So much of what he said was one way conversation, as I sometimes didn’t know how to fix what was wrong, or what to say to bring back his smile, and gleam in his eye.
We attended a strict private school with nuns who were also ninjas, but as kids can be inventive, we had our ways of communicating with each other when we needed or wanted to.
School work was an after thought for most of us, support and friendship (and throwing candy across the room when the teacher turned her back) was what made school interesting and bearable.
I looked forward to seeing him and a few others every day.
If you can't get her name right, you can't get her number. Don't spit in your girlfriend's grandmother's face.9. Introduce her as your [insert ethnicity here] girlfriend.