So, I think it's safe to say I failed my math test. For some reason solving for x didn't seem like the problem I really needed to solve at the moment. Is it possible that Sarah could love me? I didn't even know she liked me. I thought she simply tolerated me as a friend. It's remarkable how much I've learned about how little I know today.
When the bell rang for the end of fourth period, I looked down at my test and realized I didn't recognize most of what I'd written, but I guess you can't win 'em all. I turned in my test quickly and decided to get out of there before Sarah came to get her backpack for her next class. I had no idea what I was going to say to her, but I knew if I tried to think of something off the top of my head, it would be a disaster.
On my way to fifth period, my mind was all over the place. Why would she write 'I love you' on one of our sticky notes? Was it a joke? Am I in the wrong hallway right now? Is it even possible that she would like me? How do two people who have always been friends suddenly become more than that? Do I even want us to be more than friends? Where is my fifth period class? Is Sarah my type? Do I even have a type? Why am I outside of the school right now? How long has she felt this way about me? Could it be possible that I love her too? What is happening?
I was so distracted by my thoughts that I walked directly into the last person I was expecting to see.
"Oh, hey Tim, might want to watch where you're walking there."
"Eve!" (insert any and all curse words inside my head) "I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention at all." As I picked up the books I had knocked out of her hands, it dawned on me that I'm a complete idiot. Who actually walks into someone else? It's a wide sidewalk. There is plenty of room for everyone. Clearly, one half of the sidewalk is going one direction and the other half another way. This shouldn't happen...but here we were.
"That's OK. Where are you going?" she asked. "I've never seen you walking this way."
"Yeah, I'm on my way to history class with Mr. Bordas." I now realized how far away from this class I actually was.
"Isn't his class over there?" she said, pointing in the opposite direction I was walking.
"Yes. Yes, it is...I just like taking the scenic route sometimes. You know, stretching my legs, seeing the sights. That sort of thing." (I'm a moron).
"Oh...cool." I handed her back the books I had finished picking up.
"Where are you going?" I asked, trying to sound casual as I turned to walk the same direction she was going.
"Hey, how'd your math test go today?" she asked.
"How did you know I had a math test today?" I responded, holding open the door as we walked back inside the school and down a hallway towards our classes.
"You told me yesterday you were nervous about it."
"Ahh," at least one of us remembered I had a math test today, "ya know, it wasn't my best showing."
"Well," she said, "you can't win 'em all." As we parted ways to go to our separate classes, she turned back to me and said, "See you in the library later?"
"Yeah," I replied. Watching her blonde head weave its way through the crowded hallway, I started to forget why I wasn't following her, but then a voice came up behind me and reminded me where I was going.
"You coming to class, Tim?" It was Mr. Bordas, my history teacher. He is a tall, middle-aged man with glasses. He has short blonde hair and a face that is friendly despite rarely showing a smile. Mr. Bordas is a tough teacher, but he is also the type of teacher you want to succeed for. You want your work to be done well so that he is proud of it, which is the main reason I enjoy his class. I never found history interesting until Mr. Bordas started teaching me why it matters. His fascination with the subject he teaches is contagious.
"Yes sir," I said, pulling my eyes away from where Eve was walking, "I'm heading there right now."
"Great, I'll walk with you," he said as he followed where my eyes had been looking "Unless there is someone else you'd rather be walking with..."
I turned back to see Eve disappear into her classroom. "No sir." We started walking towards class. The hallway was emptying out as students entered their respective classrooms.
"Tim, can you tell me who the 26th president was?" he asked.
"A pop quiz? We're not even in class yet," I responded.
"This won't be graded. I promise," he said. "I know you know the answer."
"Correct," said Mr. Bordas. "One of my favorite quotes of his is this: 'In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing you can do is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.'" We walked for a few seconds before arriving at the door to his classroom.
"Mr. Bordas, why are you telling me this?"
"I honestly don't know, Tim."
We walked into class, and I took my seat near the front. Whether Mr. Bordas knew it or not, I was definitely in a moment of decision. If Sarah really had feelings for me, I was going to have to choose between her and Eve, which is a decision I didn't even begin to know how to make. As I began to wonder about what type of girls Teddy Roosevelt might have dated in high school, Mr. Bordas began his lecture. Fifty minutes later, I had half a page of incoherent and scrambled notes, which matched the status of the thoughts inside my head.