There was a slight variation during my class at LL today. A boy joined our class for a make up lesson. It was gasps from all of us girls when a boy stepped into class, even the teacher was taken by suprise. She asked him incredulously, “Are you in the right class?” At this point, I could not help but let a sheepish grin spread across my lips; somehow I enjoy the moment when someone, especially one who is not used to being embarrassed, is being embarrassed. It is part of my perverse nature. Oh well…
The next two seats beside me were left unoccupied and he ever so conviniently plonked himself onto the one right next to me. Let’s sidetrack for a little bit. What is the general habit of all the boys who have ever attended my class for replacement class? Well, it is to go to the seat at the far end of the table and stare down at it for the entire lesson and only look up occasionally, probably because he is feeling uncomfortable about the fact that he is the only boy in the room.
In my experience, the three boys, on separate occasions, had done just that. So why did he beg to differ from the tradition? To me, the answer is unfathomable.
Anyhow, he went through the entire lesson brimming with the confidence in the true ACS fashion, answering my teacher’s questions promptly and adequately enough to make a broad grin spread across her round face. He reminded me a little of my brother and a bit of R, sort of a fusion of both.
I was to pair up with him against my will for an editing exercise. Allow me to remind you of how much I loathe editing exercises, and having to pair up with this guy just made it even worse. He tried comparing his answers with mine, only to recieve so much as a lukewarm response. Ha! I am a mean girl. I am not trying hard enough to be nice! That is so not part of my nature.
The worst bit was that the comprehension questions that I recieved later on were all literature based. You don’t need to know me well to understand that I am hopeless at this subject. While others adore it, I abhor it. The result: I was took an extremely long period of time to complete my worksheet with answers that probably weren’t even up to par with the high LL standard.
IB certainly does wonders to their students. That fella was done in a jiffy but he stayed back despite my teacher saying that he could leave. Soon after he left and returned when I finally gave up with my lit paper and decided to hand it in.
He tried making conversation with me after we left class together.
“I saw your MGS foolscap. You are from MGS right?”
“Yeah…”
“I think I have seen you before at BOB.”
“….”
“BOB stands for battle of the bands.”
“Oh… No, I never went…”
” You are Stef right? Nice meeting you 
“
” Yeah…”
I turn around awkwardly and walk away.
Notice my apparent lack of social skills. I can’t help feeling sorry for myself but I did not really like him much anyway. His confidence and initiative is commendable anyhow. If I went to IB next year, he would be there and I am certain of that familiar face taking the initiative to come over and remind me of this last meeting, then attempt to strike up a friendly conversation with me, though I can’t promise that all attempts would be successful.
I am such a nut.
Why is it that all the boys in my classes try to talk to me? I just give them my can’t-be bothered look. Do I have to get used to undergoing these awkward situations? I really can’t stand it. Aiyah, Kat you are so right about me!
Do you think that Ezbel would do the same when a guy approaches her?
