It seemed like every time I had a conversation with Andrew H., we ended up arguing. I think he just had a passion for debate. He did well, too. I would always find myself in awe and completely confused with what he said. He had an amazing vocabulary. I felt so inferior compared to him when he used his big words. Even if he really didn’t know what he was talking about all the time, it sure sounded like he did. That’s what I’ll always remember about him. I loved to listen to him talk. It was fun.

I remember sitting in Mr. G.’s block class, having a conversation with Andrew and Lauren G. about knitting and crocheting scarves. I was trying to convince Lauren that it wasn’t that hard to learn how to crochet. She had wanted me to teach her, and then gave up on it. Then Andrew says that he knew how to crochet (or was it knit?). I thought that was really cool. He told us about his scarf — you know the one — and how he really loved it. We talked about how we should all start crocheting and knitting scarves and give them to people as gifts or to the homeless. You know, he was the only one who could pull off wearing a scarf out of season.

I still can’t believe that he’s gone. I always imagined him going to college and becoming an important, powerful leader of our generation. That I’d hear about all of his success at our high school Reunion. He had such a great mind.

I want you to know, Andrew, that even though we didn’t know each other that well, I miss you.

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