My Thoughts and Observations About Devin Booker

I’ve sat next to Devin Booker for the past week and a half-ish. I don’t know him well; I hadn’t said more than a few words to him before we became seat buddies, we don’t have any close mutual friends, and I have very little to judge him on. I like sitting next to him. Most of the time we don’t say anything to each other- we sit in relative silence. But I like sitting where I do nonetheless.
My complete impression of Devin has been centered around the following:
1. Devin is smart. But in an understated way. The sky is blue, the dinosaurs are dead, Devin Booker is smart. So it goes.
2. Devin in musical. I’ll glance over to my left, maybe to check the doll hands of the clock or to laugh at one of Brett’s many jokes, and I’ll see him moving his hands from note to note as if on an instrument. Maybe the guitar. Devin plays the guitar. I asked him once.
3. Devin is nice. This is the vaguest of vague statements- when someone’s trying to be polite they always describe another person as “nice” or “funny,” but I think Devin is a genuinely thoughtful person. Maybe it’s because when Mr. Logsdon made fun of Kevin for thinking the senior Academy trip was in England Devin said that’s what he’d thought for a moment too. Maybe it’s because I’ve never seen him role his eyes or laugh at anybody else in the past ten days. Anyways, I respect it. In fact, I admire it.
4. Devin is interesting. Sometimes when we’re in English I have the urge to ask him what song he may or may not be playing on his imaginary instrument, or what he wants to be someday, or even what animal he would be if he wasn’t human. (My personal opinion is an Eagle or Osprey.) I bet he’d have interesting answers. Interesting people often do.