[October, 1988] Stricken with Bad Luck
I forgot to tell you one thing yesterday, I got my seat changed and I am very very close to Charles and Nisa sits right next to him (lucky!) but, I can call Charles to call Nisa so I can talk to her.
Today, later we are going to get split-up and I get stuck [with] the big jerk Yanmei. Ugh! I’m stricken with bad luck! And to think Charles almost got split up with us, almost! that is!!!
Seating arrangements in school were so important. Proximity to crushes, friends, and enemies could make all the difference as to whether a class would be enjoyable or torturous. Even the most tedious lesson could be made bearable by knowing a cute boy was sitting nearby or within ogling distance, or that a note expressing boredom could be easily passed to a friend. Even being briefly split up with the wrong people for a class project could spell disaster and ruin a day. Like this one.
Despite being studious and well-behaved, my penchant for socializing in class was a talking point in parent-teacher conferences. Nevertheless, I was willing to risk a good grade in Conduct on my report card if it meant having an excuse to talk to Charles. He still didn’t know who wrote the secret admirer note, so I had to be careful, but I didn’t want to be too careful. Except that particular day I didn’t have a chance to mouth off, because of the cursed events that followed.
Yanmei was present at my McDonald’s birthday party less than a year before, but I don’t recall what grievous act she committed that made her my nemesis at this point. Back then having a grudge on at least one friend and a crush on at least one boy was pretty much status quo. And being split up with Yanmei for a class project was actually a good thing academically, because it meant I would talk less in class. Smart teacher, that Mr. Adams.