Hypothetical situations I have thought or experienced this past week:

What if no one went to school anymore?

What if everyone went to school?

What if there was school during our supposed Summer vacation?

What if I married Miley Cyrus? (Okay, I just had this outrageously weird dream about me and her, eating fishballs, like FN lovers. The hell's wrong with me and my subconscious.)

What if I was a god?

What if I die today? (Bleh. I just listened to Tim McGraw's "Live Like You were Dying." Guess what it's about.)

What if my hands and feet were amputated?

What if school allowed smoking?

What if everyone got 3 wishes?

What if I changed conscious places with my teacher?

What if teachers are having midnight parties in the faculty room?

What if teachers were all girls/guys?

What if gayness was a norm

What if the Greek gods live?

What if I was the "Chosen One"?

What if I stick a fork in an electrical socket?

What if there were no hypothetical questions?

Most of these I thought of during class hours. School has been boring me lately, and my favorite seating arrangement in class (beside the window, where my imagination thrives most in, and where the enlightening morning Sun refreshes me with its warm rays) has been altered to dead center of the room. I'm not a problem student, nosirree, so why, then, in the center?

Mr. Bongalos: No comment.

What if I was beside the classroom window?