(Walking down the hallwa, your eyes land on the class president of Section 1, the same section you are in. She’s the usual ‘sosyal’, beautiful, and pretty mean proactive student. You were more street smart than her, atleast.)

You approach her to ask questions about the assignment.

“Huh? Ano yon?” She looks at you. The usual beauty standard, slim, pale skin, and glasses. A pretty face for a pretty president.