So yeah, that middle school dance when every boy was standing in a circle obviously avoiding my gaze, Kavi was so kind as to entertain my request to dance. He was the first boy I ever danced with. Every time I hear “Amazed” by Lonestar, I always think of him. That probably makes him cringe that some awful 90’s song is what consistently prompts a clear memory of his 7th grade self. His exemplary character started young and never waned. I have so many fond memories but this is probably one of my favorite (and his least), and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Super Science Girl

Once, Scuttlebutt, Kavi, and I were walking out of Amir’s on State Street during our nightside. Kavi held a towering cup of yogurt with every topping imaginable (mostly cookies and chocolate). Mid-step, we heard a piercing scream. A figure dressed in black shoved past us, sprinting down the street. We turned around, confused. A young boy stood in shock in the middle of the sidewalk. “That guy stole my backpack!”

Without asking questions, Kavi took off, dropping his yogurt on the ground. He sprinted after the culprit holding the backpack, gaining on him. I had never seen him move so quickly. The thief and Kavi rounded the corner of East Liberty, and the thief turned around, panicked, and threw the backpack at Kavi’s feet and sped away. It was incredible.

Kavi scooped up the backpack, and handed it back to the trembling freshmen to whom it belonged, waving off any thanks. Every person on State Street who had witnessed the event had stopped in his or her tracks and applauded. Cars began honking in celebration at the intersection. Kavi walked back to us as if nothing had happened. “I’m gonna go get another fro-yo. You guys want anything?”

Scuttlebutt and I looked at him, and then at each other, speechless. We called him the Dark Knight for the rest of the evening, telling the entire newsroom the story as soon as we got back. It was epic.

G, co-host of the Daily’s G nite