Do you know your neighbor? -Cassie Adams

At the beginning of each school year, there are always two things about which I can be reasonably certain. First, I can usually rely on the fact that I will be the first name on the roster in almost every single one of my classes, and therefore I am likely to be the first person in the first chair of every seating chart. Second, I can predict with reasonable accuracy that Will Atkins will be the person sitting next to me. Ever since middle school, I have been blessed (or cursed, depending how you look at it) with the gift of having a permanent residence in the seat next to Will's

But really, I'm only joking about the curse part. In all sincerity, I don't mind sitting next to Will at all. If anything, I can be sure that each day will be an interesting experience. He is the type of person that isn't afraid to speak his mind. He always has a handful of witty and sarcastic remarks up his sleeve. But I can also say that he is a genuinely nice person. And though he may occasionally come off as lazy or carefree, don't let it fool you. As far as I know, he is intelligent and gets good grades.    

But even after sitting next to Will for all these years, I can't say that I know much else about him. It's crazy to think how long you can know someone without really getting to know them.