You won’t remember which Tuesday it was. You’ll remember who you sat next to.

Dates and timetables fall out of memory almost immediately. What stays is who was beside you: the person you shared a bench with, the one who made a dull lesson funny, whoever you walked out with afterwards. Memory stores people far better than it stores schedules, which makes the choice of who to be near a bigger decision than it looks at the time.

This week, choose your seat on purpose. Sit next to somebody you actually want to know rather than where habit puts you. That is most of how the good years get built.