The star student

 

Baji: "Right, so if you can answer the questions on page 34. Any questions, just raise your hand."

A few minutes later….

Miss chic raises her hand.

Baji asks, "Yes?"

Miss Chic: "Baji, how old are you?"

Baji reaching for Miss Chic’s textbook, "Give me your book, I’m sure that question is not written in your textbook."

Miss Chic laughs. "No seriously Baji, How old are you?" The rest of the class join in.  Baji suddenly feels cornered. Baji breaks out in a cold sweat.

Miss Sassy whose elder sister was at Baji’s old school intervenes, “Well…my sister says that Baji is between x and x years old.” If only Miss Sassy would do her homework as accurately as she had researched my age Baji thinks to herself.   Baji then thinks thoughts that are too impolite to put up on this blog .

Miss Chic has some bate now: “So Baji, are you x years”.  She says, starting with the youngest that Miss Sassy has researched.

Baji looks serious and stern. Baji is insulted.  Baji likes to think she looks years younger.  Heck, the students had even asked Baji if she was at Uni.  Which she isn't.

"Okay, so you must be about x years," Miss Chic guesses, taking off 4 years.

Baji looks disgusted, namely at the fact that her designer collagen moisturiser isn’t doing as well as the sales lady said it would. Baji’s ego takes a deep battering.

"Hmmmm… So x years?" Taking off a total of 5 years.

Baji breaks out in a little smile. “Well, could be worse,” she thinks.

"Oh My God, Baji, so you are x years old!!"

Baji breaks into a smile, clearly knowing that she’s leading them on.

“Oh My God! Is that how old she is? She looks like she’s x years old.” Says Miss College student, guessing an age, only a few years off from her own tender teenybopper years.

No guesses for who won the award for star student that week.