Sweet.

Morning Assembly. We have it twice a week, if not on Wednesdays then Fridays. It's usually pretty routine - clearing, announcements, school song, checking.

It's just today, clearing's slightly more interesting for me.

Top floor, last classroom. Last guy on the floor comes walking straight down the corridor. I let him know morning assembly's about to start, he insists he puts his bag in the classroom first. Of course, I let the guy pass - I mean, I think anyone who's made it up to the top floor with his/her bag deserves to put it down in a safe, convenient place. Obviously.

Plus he did already make it all the way here, might as well do what he came up here for and let him go down for morning assembly. He does seem quite trustable, that guy.

So anyway, I followed the guy into the class - just in case. He puts his bag down and walks out, just as he says right? So as he walks out I mutter, "Sweet". You know, cause he listened and the day was starting out pretty fine. He turns around and says, "Oh, right. Sorry." Then he goes and spits a sweet into the rubbish-bin.

Mind you, sweets aren't allowed here in Cempaka Cheras.

I merely chuckled and said thank you. But man, the guy probably thinks I'm psychic. Sure as heck made my day.