At some point, I thought I totally lost it. But every time my colleagues’ extreme enthusiasm captures my attention, I feel like the remnants of a bibo kid from my past would like to make a comeback.

Yes, you read it right.

If your blood pressure rises caused by those two-legged creatures who usually deprive you of an early lunch because of their endless questions during classes and seminars, then you can now hit me. If you are seriously tired of the rather recurring and chronic face in front of the class or on the podium, then you can hit me again. And if you were one of those applicants or neophyte teachers who felt strained by the downpour of strenuous questions and arguments aimed mainly to heighten their anxiety, then you could hit me endlessly. I could be executed for indirectly contributing to the incidents of heart attack but I don’t deny being a former member of their species.
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