Braxton and Olivia (Why Choose Just One?)

I was having trouble choosing who I'd rather write about, so I just threw my hands up and decided to both.

Well, if I had to describe Olivia Cottrell in two words, it would be "trailer buddy" because that's exactly what she is for me. Rain, sleet, hail or snow, we both trudge through the mud-covered walkway to Trailer D for "advanced" geometry at 8:20. We've pretty much concluded our teacher doesn't leave the trailer at night, and we call the spare room we somehow never see the inside of her "bedroom". It's pretty fun, and several arts-and-crafts-filled chapters later we're still mathin' it up in K-K's class, and making all sorts of mundane math-based cut-outs and glue-togethers. Due to awkward seating angles and her sitting next to someone as talkative as Christopher Chow, I don't chat with her a lot in 5th hour, but when I do chat with her she's always pleasant and usually at least one of us ends up laughing a little.

If I had to pair Olivia with a color it'd probably be green, because she seems to be into the whole "go-green" initiative, which I admire a lot. No, I didn't use the visual literacy standards of what colors mean, but green means go-green and that's what came to mind so sue me.

Braxton DeCamp and I usually communicate in a series of amused/bewildered facial expressions every time Abi says something (no offense Abi, you're a well of entertainment and I wouldn't shut you up if I could), but we also chat sometimes, too. Overall, he's a pretty chill seat buddy, which is good because unlike most seats mine doesn't have a back-up table partner in case the one to the left is unpleasant. Most of our conversations are usually no more than frantically studying off of each other's vocab list's before a quiz, but he's still fun to be around. I also like Braxton because he's about as good at english as me. That means he's smart enough to ask for insight and help, but not so smart he makes me look dumb by contrast (as opposed to Olivia, who seems to always have the most well-thought out and productive responses in discussion.)

The funniest memory I had with Braxton was probably when we zip-tied Logan's belt loop to the back of his chair and he started freaking out because he wasn't entirely sure what a zip-tie was. I like to imagine that in his fear he thought it was some form of industrial grade clip, because that's sure how he seemed to react. Even after the era of zip-ties ended, Braxton and I have talked from time to time and he never has anything unpleasant to say, which I also admire.