Memoir: Typical Kid

                        Two weeks back,  sit in the beginning of school, I was in my college class: psychology.  When I walked in, I ignore everyone. I made little eye contact. I  did not acknowledge their presence.  I only spoke to some students in my classroom. That day, I was focused on learning and nothing else.  When the rest of the class flooded in, I saw how tired they looked.  Well, psychology is a morning class. "Is anyone sitting here?" asked a tall, male student.  I replied no, and shifted my books and I to the opposite side.  I wasn’t too fond of someone sitting beside me—I wanted to be the smart loner in the class that day, but oh well.

            The class started as usual, sign in and take notes from the lecture. When the student next to me began reaching for his belongings and realized he had no supplies, I muttered "Of course." The student turned to me with a blank face, then turned back.  "Can I borrow some paper?"  he asked.  I moved slowly. I wanted to show him how tiring it is to me that students are asking for supplies—I knew he wasn’t poor, he had an iPod after all. I gave him one sheet, then let him be for the rest of the period. My college teacher picked on random people for answers, and when she picked on the student next to me, he replied with a short answer.  My teacher thought it'd be beneficial  if everyone pairs up and works on understanding an assignment.

            "You just read, I'll do it. I'll let you copy afterwards." I told the student. He gave me a strange look. "No," he said firmly. " I'll do one question, you do the other. Then we'll collaborate together." I was sort of shocked, but I concord. As he wrote, I noticed how well his handwriting was, once again I was amazed. When the time came to exchange papers, his answers were lengthy and logical. Then, once he looked over mines he nodded, then turned to me. "So, what's your thoughts on why people have this disease at a certain age?" he asked. I gave him my answer, then he gave me his. He brought up interesting facts, and a highly plausible argument.  I felt a bit inferior to his answer, but I also added in my two cents. He smiled at some of my comments. "This may seem irrelevant," he began, " but at first I thought you didn’t like me. Like you thought I was typical…?" I truthfully responded to him, and hoped that I didn’t hurt his feelings.

            "Its cool. I only forgot my paper because I was rushing. Plus, I was tired. So I don’t like speaking  in the morning. That’s just me I guess," he explained. I told him that I was sorry, but he paid no attention to it, instead he laughed. I laughed with him, and we continued working. This time I let him pick the questions he wanted to answer, then I chose the left over's.  At the end of class, he waved to me. " My names Darrion by the way!" he shouted. I waved back, and shouted my name as everyone walked around me.