Hm, I think I won't attempt another post on teachers. I think I seriously scared ais and a bunch of others on how I find ways to bully my teachers.

Ais: "You are such a nuisance in class?" =points at blog= QUOD ERAT DEMONSTRANDUM.

Oh come on, I bet my teachers secretly love me. I mean, what's there not to love in the disobedient outspoken student in the last row of class taking breaks between doing other work to take potshots at their tutorials? O:-)

Speaking about last row politics. Many people (i.e. wei te) ask me why I sit there because I do my tutorials anyway so I (technically) have nothing to fear. Well, since I'm still in a bad scriptwriting mood, I think this discussion I had with Mr Lim (the math one) ought to explain it.

(ruth enters class late and crashes in the back most row)

Ruth: (realising the rest of her non-econs click has mysteriously evaporated between chem and math) Hey, why am I alone in the back row?!

Mr Lim: (saunters to the back to give ruth worksheet) Why must you sit there all the time anyway?

Ruth: Sir, the board looks different from here.

Mr Lim: What, really?

Ruth: (nods convincingly) Yes sir. If i sit in front, I wont recognise the board anymore.

Mr Lim: But what is so different?!

Ruth: You see Mr Lim, from the back row, I need to peer through this ...forest of guys (points to HeShi YiMing Jimmy) to see the board.

Mr Lim: ...

Ruth: Sir, where is your sense of adventure! What fun is it if the board is right in front of you?!

Mr Lim: Oh just do your worksheet.

But then again, it takes two hands to clap simultaneously in retardedness. For example:

Janissa: What are you doing in the back row Ruth?

Ruth: Ma'am, the board looks different from here!

Janissa: Then I think you should get used to how it looks from a different angle. (super serious look)

I swear, Janissa can use her eyepower to move me to the front row D: