720038641.jpg You know the type; the ones that are just so eager to soak up knowledge from their all-knowing teacher, they can barely keep their saliva to themselves.

The ones that are always in the front row, books open, pencils flying across ample supplies of note paper, in even the most boring of lectures. And more often than not: Mature Age, or as I believe they should be known: Old Enough To Know Better.

I mean really, calm down already - you’re going to fail the exam anyway.

Lately there has been a new guy at swimming, he’s is about 4-foot tall, 1% body-fat and all but no technique - ie, the complete opposite of me. But he is just so keen to learn to swim, everyone in the squad (except me) fawns over him like a new-born; giving him stroke advice, little private tutorials, nods and
winks of encouragement. And the more he gets, the more enthusiastic he grows.

Gag.

Of course, I am just jealous. I’ve never been enthusiastic to learn anything in my life. I have to bribe, threaten or fool my brain into accepting new information - so when I see people who seem to revel in the education process, it just rubs me up the wrong way.

Rant over.