Life Is A Game

Weird being in a classroom again (for Danish lessons). Some guy's cellphone kept ringing, driving the teacher nuts. One dude actually took a cellphone call... what a shit disturber. I shook my head in disgust and gave him the hairy eyeball.

Took about 2.5 hours before my first "in class" reprimand. I commented to the Australian dude on the left of me, "silent letters, sure, but these guys have silent words", when I heard a big "shhhhhhh" from the teacher. The guy who had taken the phone call looked at me and winked. Then, I remembered - for some, classrooms are just a place to jerk around. It all flooded back to me, long-lost feelings of anarchy and mischief. It felt good.

The Indian guy sitting on my right kept putting his bag of groceries in front of me, so I kicked the fucking thing over. During a break he started chatting to me and kept asking super personal questions which I deflected like Felix Potvin pre 1993. He was telling me he's been dating a girl for 14 years, since he was 12, and that they've only kissed once and it was just a peck. He comes from a traditional family and blah, blah, blah, the guy had a LOT of energy.