Nandita To Nandini
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I think I am in love. Well, as much as a high school Senior, after seeing the prettiest girl in the school. It was the first time I’d seen her and she was walking towards me, then passes me by without even noticing. This girl must be a new transfer. Oh well, just my luck, I thought. Today was the first day of school and the hallway was busy as students moved to their lockers and their classrooms. I headed to my homeroom and greeted several students and playfully beat on the back of George, my best friend.
‘Hey Spence, how you been?’
‘Not so good now that school’s back in session.’ I grinned. ‘Summer vacation ended too soon. What did you do all summer, drown some folks at the pool?’
He held up three fingers and chuckled. ‘Yeah, I held them under till they hollered ‘Uncle’.’ George was a trained lifeguard, a good one, and the city pool had hired him three years ago. ‘How did your job go this summer? Wreck any trucks?’
George was referring to my job at my dad’s trucking business. I unloaded the trailers as they came into the lot and washed them down after they were empty. Dad allowed me to use one of the truck tractors to move the empty trailers around. When I’d first started working for dad, over 4 years ago, I’d wrecked one. Dad wasn’t any too pleased and ever since then, George keeps bringing up the sorry incident. ‘Naw, no accidents this year, but I keep trying. Practice makes perfect. Say, do you know who that new chick is?’
‘What new chick?’
‘She walked down the hallway just before I came in here. She’s about 5’8′, same build as Christy and has very light brown, almost blond hair. Anyway, she’s cute. Just wondering if you knew whether she was in our class or one of the others?’
‘Can’t help you. I’ve not seen her.’
The teacher came in and we had to take our seats as class started. Except for the morning homeroom study hall, my day would be filled with classes. You know the usual like English Lit., algebra II, physics, lunch, physical ed., history, and psychology. After each one, I moved to the next, keeping look for this new girl. I didn’t know who she was but anyone new at school was always of special interest. And boy was she good looking.
I saw her next when she walked into Mr. Buchanan’s physics class and sat down in the row beside me. The other guys in the room stared as she walked in. I think she knew the attention she was attracting but ignored it all. Christy, a gal George liked and who was in our youth group, was chatting with her. Mr. Buchanan asked us to all take our seats then he went through the normal books, labs, syllabus, homework and tests routine. This course was going to require teamwork, so we would work with partners.
He had assigned the groups already and I had been grouped with Christy and Patti. I knew Christy, but who was Patti? I looked around the room. Everyone, I knew except the chick in the next row. Hot dog, maybe my luck just changed. Labs were on Tuesday and Thursday and we were to report directly to the lab room. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday would be lectures, reading assignments, quizzes and tests in the main lecture hall.
The bell rang Christy and the new gal left together, and I headed to my next class. I hoped to see Patti again, but that didn’t happen. After the end of the day, I met George on the way to my car.
‘You find out who that new girl is?’ he asked.
‘Some. Her name’s Patti and she’s in Buchanan’s physics class with me. That is about all. I’ve been grouped with her and Christy in the lab. So tomorrow I should find out more. You heard anything?’
‘You and Christy are in the same lab group? I wish it were me. Anyway, I met Christy in the hall just before 6th period. She told me this new gal, Patti, her dad is the CEO for the power company. Guess he is some mucky muck with the corporation and they moved him from Chicago to down here to take over the operations. They have a house over in that new part of town.’
I whistled. ‘She not only good looking, she’s also rich. I’m thinking about asking her out to a ball game. Probably not much luck, but I’ll give it a try.’
‘Spence, come on, there is no way you’ll have a chance. Her folks are the cream of society and you are…, well you’re just Spencer. She won’t even give you the time of day.’
‘Old Buchanan did put us together in physics lab. Maybe…’
‘You’re dreaming, Get real Spence. Wanna make a bet? You get three strikes to get a date. If you don’t get one, then you’re out. I’m betting that you’ll fan the air and go down swinging. Ten bucks, what do you say?’
‘No way. You’re on. It’s worth ten bucks. She is mighty good looking.’
We pal-ed around for a while longer before I headed home. Tomorrow in lab I’d get to know her. A guy can dream can’t he?
Mom was in the kitchen as I walked in the door. We talked for a bit before I headed off to do my homework. ‘Don’t forget you promised to help your dad unload trucks on Saturday.’ she called out as I got to my room.
I had forgotten. When school had started dad and I agreed I’d unload between 8 and noon on Saturdays. The trucks came into the dock earlier but with school I would help in the mornings. ‘Thanks mom.’
Next day I looked for Patti in the halls but didn’t see her till lab. She came in with Christy and the two of them pretty much ignored me after the introductions. We were handed our equipment for the class and put it in our group’s locked drawer. We each had keys and picked up the exercise sheet with the first experiment. Neither of the girls knew what to do so I ended up showing them how to do the entire lesson.
You could say I’m pretty good with technical stuff, but this class wasn’t to their liking. To graduate you needed 2 science courses. Most of the students didn’t much care for science so they procrastinated till their senior year, meaning they took physics and chemistry. As for me, I enjoyed science and was taking this course because I liked it.
A week later the girls realized, if they were to pass physics, they needed my help. Instead of ignoring me now, Christy was asking for help and Patti listened. Me, I’m thinking if I’m to ever get a date with Patti, I need to get her to talk. So I developed this routine in the lab, Patti’s was to set up the experiments, Christy drew the diagrams and I wrote out the formulas. As I anticipated Patti didn’t know what to do, so she had to ask. By the end of the second week she was talking to me, at least about physics.
Three weeks into the school year I mustered up the courage to ask Patti to go to the ball game on Friday. Christy rolled her eyes when I asked. Patti smiled and said she was going with Barry now, showing his class ring on her finger.
Ouch, strike one. Boy I really fanned the air on that one, I thought.
After school I told George all the gory details. ‘See I told you so. She’s already going steady. She’s way out of your league, man. That’s you’re first strike, are you even going to give up?’
‘I’ll bide my time.’ I answered.
Back at home, ‘Hey mom, is dad home yet?’ I asked.
‘He called and said to not wait up for supper. He’s got some important meeting with a customer and will be home afterwards. He’s got a problem with scheduling again. How is school going?
‘My classes are going okay, I guess. I don’t much care for English Lit. Gotta read these dumb stories and then write a report on each one, kind of stupid if you ask me.’
‘Just do your homework, you’ll do alright. You and George been getting into trouble lately?’
Mom knew that George was my best friend and we always were joking around doing stuff together. ‘Naw, we haven’t. But he keeps teasing me about this girl at school. We made a bet that I could get a date with her, he says I can’t’
‘What girl is that?’
‘She’s new t
his year. Christy, her and I have been grouped together in physics lab. I asked her out to the ball game on Friday and she said ‘no’. George is ribbing me that this is strike one. He says that I won’t get to first base with her and that I’ll go down swinging. All the kids at the church youth group will know the whole story by the time he is finished.’
‘Never mind George, but tell me who she is. If my son wants to date her, I want to know.’ Mom smiled.
‘Her name is Patti and, mom, she’s the prettiest girl in school. She really is.’
‘Is that all you know about her, that she’s pretty?’
‘She moved here from Chicago. Her dad is the CEO at the power company and they live over in Meadow Ridge area. Anyway, like George says, I’ll strike out soon enough. Mom, let me know when dad gets home, I need to ask him something about one of the trucks at work.’ I went to my room and began to do homework.
Several weeks came and went. By the middle of October mid-term exams were scheduled. I do okay with tests, and studying doesn’t trouble me much. However Christy and Patti were having problems with physics, ‘big time’. The week before our test, Christy suggested the three of us get together to study. I was NOT about to turn down a chance like this. This was a golden opportunity to be with Patti. They talked about meeting on Saturday morning but that’s when I worked, so the time was moved to the afternoon. I could drive the 50 miles back from Springfield after work and meet them at Christy’s place.
Saturday rolled around and I headed to Christy’s house after work. Traffic was heavy so I arrived a bit late. The girls were sitting at the table talking girl talk and quieted when I sat across from them. We began our cramming for physics. Patti was not wearing Barry’s ring, she was ‘strangely’ quiet and appeared reserved.
We took a break after an hour of studying. I pulled Christy aside and asked ‘What’s up with Patti? Something wrong?’
‘She and Barry broke up last night. Guess she is taking it hard.’
Maybe I would have a chance with her after all, I thought. Studying resumed and 90 minutes passed before calling it quits for the day. Patti was preparing to call her folks when I volunteered to give her a lift. If she wanted a ride, and I was hoping.
She looked at me for the longest time and in the strangest way, before finally saying okay. We picked up our books and I walked her out to the car. On the way out, Christy whispered in my ear, ‘Take it easy, Spence, she has been through a lot.’
During the drive to her place I’d start a conversation but received 3 word replies. She didn’t want to talk. So I produced a steady stream of chatter. Mostly I spoke about my family, my work, our church youth group, etc. It was very one sided. I let her out when we reached her place. She thanked me and walked inside with out looking back.
Our mid-term exam was next week and when the results were known, I had an A- Christy a C+, and Patti a solid D.
For the remainder of the school term, in the labs Christy and I would chat while Patti’s attention often wandered. Thanksgiving came and went, now we needed to concentrate on finals which fell just before Christmas vacation. From what I could see at the beginning of December, Patti would likely fail and Christy drop to a D. Neither one of them understood physics, they were trying, but just not understanding. You know the old adage of ‘Getting an A for effort’? If that were true, the girls would pass, but unfortunately Old Buchanan handed out grades for academic standards, not effort.
‘Mom, can we talk?’ I asked.
‘Sure, what’s up?’
I shared my concerns about Patti and Christy passing physics. I just did not know how to help them understand the material. Mom listened patiently as I expressed what was happening. ‘Ask them over for a Saturday study session. I can be here to help if you want.’ She volunteered. ‘Maybe they just need to hear if from another girl.’
Mom had taken physics in college and gotten good marks. Perhaps that’s all they needed to learn it from another point of view. ‘If we invite them over here for the next three Saturdays, would you join us in studying?’
‘Not the whole time, but I would be available if you needed help?’
‘Great.’
The next day at lab, Christy was having an absolute terrible time with the assignment and Patti’s eyes seemed glazed over. As we put things away I snapped at them. ‘Do you two want to pass this class or not?’
Patti jumped and Christy stared.
‘Look girls, you need physics to graduate in the spring. At this rate you’re both going to fail. Mom said you would be welcome at our place to study. What do you say that for the next three Saturdays we study hard? My mom took college physics and could help.’
We discussed this for several minutes, they both agreed. Neither had a car, so I would pick them up coming back from work. Patti was farther out, I would stop by her place first, and then swing past Christy’s and head on to my place. This was to be a marathon physics study session and we could use mom as a study resource.
After school let out that day, I told George. ‘Man, I thought you’d given up trying to get a date. Maybe I could stop by your place then. Christy is kinda cute.’ He joshed at me.
‘Don’t you dare, you turkey. This is for studying only.’ I retorted, giving him a playful shove.
Saturday rolled around and I picked the girls up and headed home. Driving through the subdivisions I apologized for my dirty work clothes. I hadn’t time to change. They didn’t mind and we arrived in a few minutes. Christy said ‘Hi’ to mom and I introduced Patti before going to change into clean duds. Returning, I found mom talking, seated with them at the table. When I joined Mom went into the other room and we began. We covered most of the first half of the course material that day. Mom had been listening and would occasionally stop by to explain something. By late afternoon we decided to call it quits and I took them home. Both girls were talkative and seemed in better spirits. Maybe these study sessions would be productive.
Upon returning home, mom stated, ‘You’re right, she is very beautiful and she is a very nice girl. It is easy to see why you like her.’ Looking at me, ‘You are blushing, Spence.’
‘Think I have a chance to ask her out?’
‘Maybe. You won’t know till you try.’
The following Saturday went pretty much like the previous one. I felt encouraged with their progress in physics, however it was while driving Patti home, I determined to take my second swing at the ball. I dropped Christy off then asked Patti out.
‘You’re sweet, Spence. But I not interested in dating right now.’ Politely she declined.
Strike two, I thought.
The next day I shared with George my second attempt and his comment was, ‘Strike two and nothing but air. Those Ten bucks are getting closer to being mine. Yeah. You get one more strike then you’re out. Heh heh.’
‘Okay, rub it in you turkey. I thought sure she’d say ‘yes’ this time.’
‘Like I said, Spence, she is out of your league. You haven’t a chance.’
The next week at school, Mr. Buchanan gave the class a study sheet as prep for the exam. Both Patti and Christy were now hopeful they could do better. On that final Saturday we had just started as dad came home early. His day had been rather short. I introduced him to the girls and he went to clean up. Our cramming resumed. One concept they were having trouble with, was the different classes of levers. It seemed that no matter how I explained it, they could not grasp it. Mom tried her explanation but this didn’t help either.
In desperation Patti blurted out, ‘I don’t see how these are used.’
Thinking quickly I offered, ‘Class one levers would be like a teeter totter. The fulcrum is in the middle, the weight at one end, and force at the other end. Class two levers are like a wheelbarrow. The whe
el is the fulcrum, the load in the middle and force on the handles.’
‘What about a class three lever.’ asked Christy? ‘What example do you have?’
‘Your arm,’ I replied. I reached out and took Patti’s arm, showing the fulcrum at the elbow, the weight would be in the hand, and the force is worked by the muscle attached to the bone.’
I could see the lights ‘turn on’ in their eyes as they finally grasped this concept. What they had only seen as theory before, was now something that they could visualize. From this point, our studying went like a breeze. If we covered something they didn’t grasp, mom or I would present a common every day usage for it. I think they were actually enjoying this. We exceeded our original time limit and mom suggested they stay for supper, if they could. Both called their homes and were given the okay.
Mom decided to fixed spaghetti and Christy went to help in the kitchen. Patti and I picked up our study books and papers from off the table. ‘Spence, thanks loads for all this help.’ She says as she places her hand on my arm. ‘You’ve been simply marvelous, helping us like this. Thank you very much.’
The table was set, the food served and we sat around the table talking as we ate. Mom engaged Patti in conversation and Dad talked to Christy. Me, I just sat there listening. Everyone had a good time.
After supper I drove the girls home, and both were appreciative. ‘You have neat parents, Spence.’ Said Christy.
‘Yeah,’ said Patti. ‘I like your mom, she’s cool.’
Arriving back home Dad and Mom were sitting in the living room when I walked in. Hey Spence,’ said Dad. ‘You don’t have a girlfriend, why don’t you date Christy. She seems like a nice girl.’
‘Dad, since when have you gotten involved in my social life?’ I teased. ‘Besides George likes her.’
‘Spencer likes Patti,’ commented Mom.
‘Mom’ I say in exasperation.
‘Well you do. And she is a nice girl.’
‘Will you two please drop the subject?’
‘She is pretty. Do you like her?’ Asks Dad.
‘Yes, Dad, I like her.’ I say feigning anger. ‘Can we please talk about something else?’
They chuckle at me and I find a seat. We talk about other things as the evening wears on. Before long we head to bed, tomorrow is Church. As I am going to sleep, I’m thinking that next Wednesday is the final exam, that would be the proof of the pudding, for our study efforts.
It was the last day of school and exams were over. All finals had been completed and we waited the results. At our school, test scores and the semester grade was handed out during the last class. In Mr. Buchanan’s room we sat, some with anticipation, others with dread. Carrying the exams, he entered the class and laid the exam paper on the student’s desk, upside down. Mine revealed an A-. Christy received hers, looked at and showed it to me. She had gotten a B+ on the final, giving her semester grade a B-. She couldn’t believe it, she was so excited. Patti was the last to get hers and I thought this could mean only bad news. As Mr. Buchanan laid the exam on her desk I heard him say three words. ‘Good job Patti.’
Flipping the test over showed a score of B+, and a semester grade of B-. The classroom exploded in applause. It was ‘A job well done.’ Later I did some calculations. The actual grade was C+ and had been increased the extra points to give her a B-. Mr. Buchanan was rewarding her for the effort.
Buchanan spoke again and explained that physics was over (more applause) and next semester would be chemistry (now came the groans). Because the same students were in the same room with same teacher, we would remain in the same lab groups. Classes would begin right after the holidays.
At the conclusion of the period, kids crowded around Patti in congratulations. Her glance and big smile for me said she was very thankful.
George chided me after school, ‘I hear you are scoring points with Patti. Christy told me her physics grade. They’re not going to help you when you take that last swing? You’re gonna strike out you know. Those ten bucks will be mine. I can feel them right now.’ As he patted his hip pocket.
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