Perfection

Abraham and I are at Math tuition, and we're bored out of our minds because we have forgotten to bring graph paper and the whole class is doing ogives. I cannot remember exactly what we were talking about before, but somehow Abraham says: "There's a lot of BL students in this class."

I look around. There are two girls busy sketching their graphs behind Abraham, there's a noisy bunch at the back joking in Chinese, and then there's Nicholas in the front, busy and hunched over his desk.

I lean over to Abraham and say: "BL produces a lot less jerks than Green Road."

Abraham makes a face. He is the head boy of Green Road so he cannot reply to that without incriminating himself.

I cut in: "You don't count, even if you're head boy - you're not a pure Greenian."

Abraham stops making the face.

"And anyway, it's the same with how Thomians are gays and Thresians are snobs and Marians are bitches."

"And Josephians?" Abraham cuts in.

A pause. I rack my brain for a generalization to apply to them.

"Shit." I say, comprehension dawning, "they're perfect."

And Abraham cannot stop grinning at me.

Times like this and I wonder why I'm a Thomian to start off with.