No, I did not neglect my blog again for several months. Shut up.
... And now for something completely different:
I sit in the back row at school. It's what I do. Not because I'm a slacker; I can just see better and it makes me more comfortable. Also, I'm a slacker. Anyway, because I occupy this space so frequently, it's given me cause to observe the behavior of my classmates in regards to the back row.
In the beginning of the semester, I'm able to slink to the back of the classroom unhindered whilst my peers all crowd the desks toward the front row, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as peers are wont to be (the free-range peer is most commonly identified by these characteristics, as any experienced peer-watcher will know,) leaving several empty desks between me and my nearest classmate. However, as the semester progresses my fellow students begin to slowly creep toward the back of the classroom until the entire class is flattened against the back wall like a pack of frightened rabbits. At that point it becomes a battle for the back row; survival of the fittest, as it were.
I am currently writing this from the second-to-last row. I dropped my guard and am now paying for it. I don't mind it really; it's not as though they're usurpers, they're just frightened and have nowhere else to turn. I've had the opportunity to observe this migration time and time again, and it's become something of a source of amusement to me, particularly because I'm almost invariably the only one with the foresight to start out in the back. It's an interesting social observation -- I can literally track the mental state of my classmates as they move toward the back, right on down to the precise moment when their souls collapse under the pressure.
Classmates are so adorable. I love school sometimes.
... I sat in the back before it was cool.