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Until now. The geologist yelled from behind the closer "Am I still here?!". It was an 8 o'clock class, big exercises book with quizzes that were just too difficult to be bothered to learn and to memorise. There was also a history teacher who among other things forbade balancing checks during the class. His was the class with paper assignments and black and white videos on riots featuring violence, transvestites and the analysis of hierarchies within a gay community. There was Connan O'Brien with his late show on a small tv set at the Ocean Park apartment, to close up the day. I did not mean to be offensive and ungrateful when I threw Amy's bolognese into the trash but I just could not stand another meal featuring overcooked spaghetti with a watery tomato sauce and a suspicious pair of meatballs staring at me from the plate. What still remains a mystery to me was how the discovery had been made. I had been careful to cover the meal with layers of trash. Her eyes were upset, hurt even, when she confronted me on why I had wasted the meal. Despite that I remained her favourite student until the end.