Star of the year

J.B. He sat in the back right corner of my 5th period Geometry class. Quiet, but usually smiling...we made silent contact quite often during the lessons. Even though I rarely called on him (I should have more), I tried to often acknowledge that his answers were correct. He would mouth or quietly say the answer (always correct) and I would be sure to make eye contact and smile. He would come in every day, one of the first ones in before the bell rang, asking, "We didn't have homework last night, did we?" in which I would usually reply with "Yes, but you already finished it." He always wore his camouflage jacket, had horrible posture, and was either sad and tired, or happy and goofy. I loved J.B. I won't dare erase his name from my rollbook, even after his car accident two Mondays ago. I barely knew him, but he left something with me, as he did his Spanish teacher.