At that point of time, I could only appreciate how amusingly risible the situation was. Really? Did you genuinely think you would know me better than myself, when our acquaintanceship has always been at best perfunctory? Pray tell why, could you not have evince even a modicum of propriety and prudence?

And in no relation to the previous musing whatsoever: It may occur as strange to you how one could strut into class 30 minutes late nearly every lesson without any apparent adverse implications by the authorities present, but then again, it's even stranger to be holding lessons in the first place for a subject which examinations have already been long sat for. Such is the fatuity and inexpediency born out of the propensity to sheer asininity, which only further attests to Wilde's observation that as soon as people are old enough to know better, they don't know anything at all.