Feeling nostalgic.

That was not my initial seat when I first stepped into my new classroom in secondary 3. Within a couple of weeks, or days I should say, I was arranged to an almost cornered seat right by the window. Reason being, the girl I swapped seats with could not see clearly from where she previously was. I gladly did, and besides, I did not have a say, did I? I sat along the second last row from the back of the room. In other words, there was a classmate seated right behind me. I cannot recollect how it actually started, but I knew he was someone I can turn to if I have difficulties in my work, and I did. Each and every single day, I received the same remark from him, which of course, was an insult to me. I do not usually think much of a word as frequently heard as 'stupid', but when it constantly came out from his mouth, directing at me, I felt the repercussions hitting my senses. No doubt his intentions were harmless, but I guess I felt provoked as I have unknowingly succumbed to that fact which was seemingly inoffensive. Gradually, I got over it and realised that he was a genuine helpful guy who was more than willing to assist me in my work whenever I approached him. There may be occasions where he refused to teach me, but eventually, he would give in and put in his utmost best to ensure that I grasp the whole concept of say, a Math topic. He must have had such great patience as I do not have the capacity to learn fast enough to not drain someone else's tolerance for me. Not only did he teach me, he would also lend me his work to take reference from (well, to copy, actually). The funny thing is, he would also preach at me, telling me I will never learn anything if I were to habitually copy his work. To put it pleasantly, I was his teacher as I accessed his work before he submitted it. I often placed a bet with him on the results of my tests, and I am invariably the loser. I will always remember how he used to bellow my name and when he flashed his signature chipmunk face baring his shiny braces which fascinated me, and allowing me to step on his toes whenever I felt like it. To Ong Xuan Jie, I sincerely thank you for teaching me everything that I did not know at all, and I greatly appreciate it.

After getting used to my seat at the initial stage, another guy was transferred to the seat right in front of me. He was already my classmate for the previous two years, but I have never really got to know him. I thank my Lady Luck for letting me know him better as he was someone I trusted, and could not refrain myself from keeping anything from him. I can never forget how much he idolised Vanessa Hudgens that whenever she got featured on any reading material, he would turn around and ramble about how hot, cute, sexy, and pretty she was, and hyperventilated whenever he paused from talking. I would listen to him blabber on, just like how he would too when I bombarded him with all my ranting and troubles. He can annoy me, though, when he borrowed things from me regularly. Of course I lent him everything he asked for, and he, being very courteous, will never fail to thank me. Our Chinese teacher will keep an eye and jump on us whenever she had an opportunity to catch us talking, even though sometimes, we merely fidgeted. She even had a nickname for him, 'shuai ge' that is. I have to admit, both of us were lazy, and Ong Xuan Jie was our source of help and we relied a lot on him. Since both he and Ong Xuan Jie were members of IT Club, there would be times where they were excused from lessons half a period before assembly (to set the audio system up). That is when I finally gave my full attention to the teacher speaking. To Wilson Koo Wen Hui, I sincerely thank you for your listening ear and your wonderful company throughout the year.