It has been about three weeks since Year Two started like a Salvador Dali artwork. We now attend lectures and tutorials at Lecture Theatre 7, situated one metre away from the Orange Room. Talk about effective proxemics. When you're lucky you see your old SAM lecturers walking in and out. But I guess I'm very unlucky since both my favourite ESL and Legal Studies lecturers have left Taylor's. Really.
Anyway. LT7 has blue benches. I like blue benches. They look a little like bleachers. I like bleachers. Because she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers. The thing is, the seats are so hard they turn butts into chapatis. And the distance between the desk and the bench is so small I can't cross my legs when I sit. The drawers (I don't think they are called drawers since they are undrawable, indrawable, disdrawable, non-drawable, whatever.) are so.. humble my textbooks can't fit into them. Suet Mei please bring this up during the student and staff meeting.
I usually take the last row in the room. Left or right, I don't know - directions are subjective. I take up the innermost space so I can lean against the wall. I can experience REMs during my power naps. And when I feel antisocial (96.78% of the time) I can simply place my legs on the bench. Parallel. So my seat is a good seat.
But they say nothing is perfect in this world.
My seat is situated next to the back door of LT7. The door is magic. Magic door can only be opened from the inside. Magic door requires manpower.
If a classmate pays me RM1 everytime I open the door for him or her, I make an average of RM17.50 per day. 50cents if you leave when I open the door. I counted. Because I am pretty good in math. Math is my best high school subject. I tear out my calculator all the time.
I have a problem. I am turning into a dog. Not because of frisbees. And not any dog. Pavlov's dog. I am classical conditioned to sounds at the door. I open the door everytime I hear sounds. This is getting out of control because I respond to non-knocking sounds. So now I am little Albert.
I think this is God's way of opening up alternative career possibilities for me. I can be a lawyer in the day, a porter by night, and a lab mice on public holidays.
Sometimes, I scare myself more than I scare you.
Anyway. LT7 has blue benches. I like blue benches. They look a little like bleachers. I like bleachers. Because she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers. The thing is, the seats are so hard they turn butts into chapatis. And the distance between the desk and the bench is so small I can't cross my legs when I sit. The drawers (I don't think they are called drawers since they are undrawable, indrawable, disdrawable, non-drawable, whatever.) are so.. humble my textbooks can't fit into them. Suet Mei please bring this up during the student and staff meeting.
I usually take the last row in the room. Left or right, I don't know - directions are subjective. I take up the innermost space so I can lean against the wall. I can experience REMs during my power naps. And when I feel antisocial (96.78% of the time) I can simply place my legs on the bench. Parallel. So my seat is a good seat.
But they say nothing is perfect in this world.
My seat is situated next to the back door of LT7. The door is magic. Magic door can only be opened from the inside. Magic door requires manpower.
If a classmate pays me RM1 everytime I open the door for him or her, I make an average of RM17.50 per day. 50cents if you leave when I open the door. I counted. Because I am pretty good in math. Math is my best high school subject. I tear out my calculator all the time.
I have a problem. I am turning into a dog. Not because of frisbees. And not any dog. Pavlov's dog. I am classical conditioned to sounds at the door. I open the door everytime I hear sounds. This is getting out of control because I respond to non-knocking sounds. So now I am little Albert.
I think this is God's way of opening up alternative career possibilities for me. I can be a lawyer in the day, a porter by night, and a lab mice on public holidays.
Sometimes, I scare myself more than I scare you.
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