Oh I nearly forgot to mention. Pucca came in History class late last Monday. What's hilarious is that he practically strides in class with a certain swagger, you'd think he's gotten in early. We're seatmates, so when he sat down beside me, he was like, "Can you fix my collar?"
"Your collar?" I blinked at him. His degree program requires them to wear a coat and tie. His polo collar wasn't folded over his tie, so I fixed that for him. He only intends to have his collar fixed at his last class of the day?? Men.
Here's a little background of my History class. During History period, Pucca is my seatmate, Teddy and Kitty are seated just in front of us. And we're the bunch that our old lady professor usually keeps a sharp eye on because :
a.) Teddy and Pucca say the most gobsmacking things for comic relief (and it works to disrupt the class which is one of the few idiosyncrasies which makes me not want to kill them )and,
b.) she claims that our History group project presentation was a total bust. I blame Pucca for putting irrelevant pictures in the presentation, with one of them me giving a middle finger to his camera coz he won't stop taking shots.
And another thing you have to know about Pucca is that he likes to recite in class, even if it's just a lucky guess. He'll spew out the most random stuff. This time, the teacher was friggin' annoyed, she shot him a "ticked off" look.
Pucca: Sorry, miss.
Prof: ... and what else?
Pucca: Um... sorry?
Prof: Anything else?
Pucca: Uh... I love you?
The whole class nearly died laughing.
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