Carson....

My neighbor is the good ole Carson Dooley. Yes, I sit next to Carson. I knew Carson before this year, and we both are capable of dealing with each others ways. I deal with his singing and stealing of cuties, and he puts up with my narcissistic obnoxious remarks. It all works out just fine. Carson is a good kid, but really can manage to aggravate me. I like Carson I really do, I promise, and you are an incredibly smart individual who is morally correct, and will do impressive things with your life. Despite this, he can still bother me. Just three days ago I was bouncing a cutie in the air off my arm when it happens to land on his arm. Instead of giving it back like a normal person, Carson takes the cutie and starts peeling it. He waits until his fingers have touched the whole thing to offer me half, HALF of my own cutie. Also, Carson never uses sharp pencils which is another cause for terrible handwriting. I would say get mechanical ones, but as we all know they would probably be MIA by the end of the class period. Seriously though Carson is a really good kid, and I've enjoyed sitting next to him this school year. He is an orange, he's different, loud, and smells different every day. All common characteristics of the color orange. In 5 years he will probably have made money doing something, and has contributed priceless amounts to his little brother's lives. You go Glen Coco