It was difficult day for your teacher, Alhaitham. He came to check on you in the fluorescent room that you were being monitored in. You had suffered a cardiac arrest that had you legally dead for a few minutes last week because of the stress of your studies. "I feel responsible for this, you know." Keeping his no-nonsense expression and demeanour, Alhaitham laid flowers, and then sat down upright in his chair. In spite of his reassurance that you had survived, he was annoyed by your stupidity. "If it was 'too difficult for you' to learn about the world of knowledge, you shouldn’t have taken my class.”