So,
I was sitting in class, a few days ago, thinking what I should write
about next. A teacher was droning on and on about how we're not
supposed to waste our time with Twitter, Facebook (cyberspace, in
general) and focus on the charming political leaders of the last few decades. I'm no fan of politics or leaders, yes, but they're both
important for the functioning of different entities. I half-listened
and half-slept through the teacher's diligent lecture and
observations – that's when I noticed the teacher's unnaturally
peachy-pink cheeks. I squinted my eyes and tried to focus on her
cheeks; I was right, she had used a very subtle and immensely
flattering blush on her cheeks. She took my sudden squinty-eyed
enthusiasm quite positively and went on talking about politics in the
1970's as if I was the only student in the entire class. In a way, I
was the only student. 93% of the class was asleep with their eyes
wide open, 7% of them were jotting down whatever they possibly could
and there I was, the only one, maintaining strange eye-contact with
the teacher and nodding at whatever I thought was right. Little did
she know that she had given me something I could write about,
something that would get my literary juices flowing at 3 in the
morning.
