Waiting for Mr. Right

I’m waiting for Mr. Right to give me an answer. It’s difficult because he often takes more than 30 seconds to gather his thoughts, but it’s always worth the pause. The other students know what he is capable of and have therefore stopped talking, not wanting to miss a word. Every time I call on Mr. Right, which I try to keep balanced with the other students, the entire class effortlessly falls still and silent, all eyes on the performer as he clears his throat and thinks. Finally, after a few false starts, the words come out. Everyone in the class, myself included, laughs. He, satisfied with his work, leans back in his chair and coyly smiles, knowing he got the answer wrong. Mr. Right’s wrong answers are always better than the right ones. Sometimes it’s hard to stop laughing and continue with class. What else could you expect from a student who gave himself the English name Mr. Right.