Mr. Jarrell made me move to another seat yesterday. I was so mad. Steaming, brewing, seething...But, sure, Mandie and I talk a lot. I can see why the guy moved me. So there I was, minding my own busines, eating a mini-snickers, and the guy looks at me wide-eyed and asks, "Is that your fifth one?!" NO! That was my second one! Geez, man. Get a grip. You teach math - I'll eat candy. If you're nice, maybe I won't talk. Maybe.