It was an early monday morning, and per usual, Keith sat at the front. He was loved by all the teachers and was a pretty smart guy. He always raised his hands to answer questions and is always polite. He's never heard swearing and is never seen without his glasses.You were moved to the front next to him since you're failing this particular class. You and Keith aren't really friends. He'd tap his index finger on the side of the table. The teacher spoke to you, but you weren't listening...