At
even day lunches at my
high school there is a kid who, apparently the entire year, although I first noticed him today, spends the entire lunch
pacing around the
cafeteria.
A
sophomore in
math/sci. Those
magnet school kids are all a bit on the
kooky side.
My first experience with
the pacer was
March 14, 2000, and it strikes a particular
twang with me as I'm already sick of
high school kids
throwing shit at lunch like five year olds.
My friend pointed him out at lunch today. I
watched him. People are very interesting to watch. I even commented on this to my friends as
the pacer hit one end of the cafeteria and did a full
180. As he turned the first corner and made his way down the longer side of the cafeteria my friend tried to
prod me gently about staring at the
EDLG.
"No", I said, "Im looking at him" ::nods at
the pacer::
By this time
the pacer was nearing the halfway point of his walk alongside the cafeteria. Which is where we sit, in the middle lengthwise, and all the way to one side.
My friend turned
inconspiciously and watched him walk past.
Except he
didn't walk past.
He made quite a sudden turn almost directly in line with my friend and I.
An
orange ripped through the air he would otherwise have occupied. It hit the cafeteria floor with a loud
smack.
The pacer's quick pace had already taken him half the distance back across the cafeteria.
I hate those kids
throwing shit at lunch like five year olds. And this really got to me as I, being a
geek, identify with
the pacer.
Not to mention the
sheer oddity of his apparently
psychic avoidance of that
high-speed orange.
Amazing.
And this all happened to happen the first time I ever noticed him; I was watching the
precise moment it happened.