I'll be there for you

Preface

After days and days of endless blogless waiting, Tech Support finally sang the 'Phir wohi Dell laya hoon' song. (Many many other such songs have since surfaced in my head, but let's not get into that again.) But may I just say that there is no joy like the joy of getting your home PC back, of sinking back in your chair in the comfort of your own room, and finally being able to catch up with blogging and blog-reading at peace. Bliss.

Actual post begins now.

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Dear Prof. C,

Last Tuesday, my heart went out to you. You've just been so unfortunate when it comes to your Media Law lessons. First Hari Raya fell on a Tuesday, and your class was cancelled. Then Chinese New Year included a Tuesday, and your class was cancelled. Just when you thought that you would be able to catch up by going at a faster pace, you had the army of Sayesha, A, W and K, the four class clowns who took up valuable class time by cracking really silly jokes. (But to my credit, you did laugh at my joke last week. Remember? You gave us an example of a restaurant review published in a newspaper that went "The food at Swensens is like a prison canteen's." and asked us if Swensens could sue the newspaper for defamation. And I asked "Can the prison canteen sue the newspaper for defamation?" And you laughed. And everyone else laughed too. And some people actually woke up. Remember?)

Getting back to the point of this post, which is your utter misfortune when it comes to finishing the material in your syllabus, the coming Tuesday is Valentine's Day. And my heart really went out to you when I saw your pleading powerpoint slide which you flashed before lesson last Tuesday. It had a picture of a heart made of pink roses and the words, "See you here on Valentine's Day! I'll bring chocolates!" And then you flashed it again during the break. And then you flashed it again after the end of the lesson.

It was really endearing. Really.

I can understand your fears. I know many people will not turn up for class that night. They will be out buying roses for five dollars each, and standing in queues for hours to have 'Valentine's Day special' meals that cost $39.00+++ per pax. (what's with the three plus signs anyway? Isn't one enough to indicate the fact that they're fooling you with the numbers before the plus signs? Why don't they add a few more plus signs till they start dropping off the edge of the menu card?) The number of tacky Valentine's Day special offers makes me sick. Heart-shaped pink pizzas??!! Ugh!

But irrespective of whether people turn up or not, I will be there for you. Not just because I'm dateless on Valentine's Day. (I'm dateless by choice. Because I do not believe in Valentine's Day. I would hate to be lost amongst the thousands of couples that walk around town, with the guy wearing the 'I'm so cool' smug expression on his face, and the girl holding the proverbial bouquet.)

I'm not really into the whole Valentine's Day thing. So I'll be there to attend the lesson. And not just because Ian is holding a gun to my head. (It's not really a gun, it's just a corn cob, but he just thinks he's got me fooled, so I'll humour him by pretending to be scared.)

I'll be there. I will travel across the country after a hard day of work to be there for my favourite subject this semester.

I promise to be there.

But you must promise that you will carry on with the lesson even if I'm the only student in class.