I remember very clearly a science experiment on surface tension that we had. The experiment was to get as many drops of water as possible to stick to the penny without surface tension breaking. Although we were not necessarily paired with anyone for groups, I had to do my experiment while sitting next to another kid in our assigned seat. We'll call my desk mate Jacque, although that's too fanciful a name for someone as plain and bland as he. I digress. Basically, Jacque hated me. I have no idea, seeing how awesome I am, but, nonetheless, perhaps out of jealousy, he disliked me. After I had allowed myself a few brief practices, I started in earnest. I heard classmates calling out atrociously high numbers, and immediately grew suspicious of their honesty, but focused still on the penny in front of me. I had just passed 50 droplets when Jacque reached over and flicked the ample droplet I had built. "Oops..." He said in a voice that told me it was not an accident. I shook my head and started again. I got up to fifty again. Like a bad case of deja vu, he again broke my bubble. This time I straightened up and stared into his dead, pallid eyes. "Look man, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna have to get Mr. V and let him handle this." Jacque apparently did not like this, because he pinched me in the stomach. I looked at him stoicly before calmly grabbing the teacher and explaining to him the situation. The teacher sent Jacque to the principal, and I remained unbothered for the rest of the lesson. I didn't beat another student's record of 181 droplets though.