No, I can't believe the title either. Like man, four and a half hours of tuition. Everything could go wrong!

Except it didn't.

I endured morning Physics, went out for a drive, wrote a chapter at long last, finished all my food, endured Mathematics, and endured Physics - again.

The highlight, though, was in the Physics teacher's class during the night.

I was certain it would be hell; the class was so terribly late being at 10PM running till 11:30PM.

But it was my luck shining today. I happened to correct a small mistake, and he said, "That makes me so happy, I have no words for it. You've made me happy after a long time and I'm so proud of you."

I know I will probably never hear that again, but it made me feel so proud that I was at the verge of tears, and... it reminded me of a memory from very long ago.

Back in 6th grade, when I had learnt how to simplify big fractions using a factor thanks to my father helping me cover Olympiad level portions, my Math teacher had complimented me to the skies and I had smiled the same way as I did today.

I used to be the, you know, smart kid. And I often miss that part of me. But...

Maybe she's not really dead?

Or maybe I'm just delusional and getting too happy over the slightest of things.