He gave me his pencil today.
Mr. *** probably thinks I cheated and looked off of someone's paper on my way up.
But I didn't.
I forgot to answer one.
I asked to borrow a pencil.
Mr. *** looked around but couldn't find one.
So he stopped working (I know right, believe it or not).
He never stops working.
But he let me use his pencil.
I said "thank you"
The only words I've said to him
this week.
Two words.
He let me borrow his pencil,
and it made my day.
For a moment I felt happy.
If only I could feel that way all the time.

**** my life.
I'm way too shy and antisocial for this ****.