May be a teensy little one, but none the same, it’s these sweet little moments that make life worth living.

Now, I’ve always been taught that, no matter what the argument, whoever starts the fight is in the wrong.
Well, they did forget to add “Unless it’s a girl, in which case you’re wrong regardless”, so one day, after being repeatedly insulted, pushed and hit by a girl whom I approached for no other reason than being tasked to hand the class some papers, I reacted in an equally violent way, and predictably got expelled for three days while she got nothing.

Thing is, while being forbidden to attend class, I was still forced to go to school.
How does that work, you might ask? Well, it’s basically the school’s equivalent of community service: I had to spend those three days tidying up the library.
Let me rephrase: three days spent shuffling books, writing, cutting, and sticking on tags, and writing Excel sheets on a 90s computer.
Basically heaven.
Add the permission to listen to music and the punishment turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
Except for this one classmate of mine, whom I had a slight argument with (i.e. I’d thrown him an eraser for disrespecting our teacher and he choked me). He was tasked with getting something from the library and stumbled upon me.

He said “Are you enjoying your isolation?” with a rather malicious tone.

As someone who enjoys isolation, was having a blast, and would still be too proud to admit otherwise anyway, I answered “Yes, I am.”

A couple days after (school had since ended), in a sunny summer afternoon, I was entering the building to do God remembers what afternoon activity and passed by an open door.
Inside the room, my math teacher (not exactly the kind of person one would be excited to spend their free time with) was doing extra lessons for those who hadn’t passed his class.
Well, I say those, only one person was there.
You’d never guess.
Now ain’t that an isolation to enjoy.