When you were a student, did you have a deskmate who you would chat with after class and get distracted in class, but every time he took a test, his score was higher than yours. The whole class thought there was something wrong with you, and you had to be normal. His desk was all your things, and you could understand his meaning with just one look in his eyes. You obviously didn't take it too seriously, but until high school, until college, until marriage, you could still think of him.
It's him I want to write about.
Purpose: Count down the struggle, confusion, gains and losses, and growth during the student days