When I was a young lad, I had an attractive, Asian teacher that would be very patient and encouraging with me. I was a smart kid, but I had a lot of energy and a tendency to overthink things/go off on tangents. To this day, I have no idea if this was on purpose or not, but I recall what my teacher would do to get me to focus: she’d lean in from behind my chair and softly speak to me while resting her breasts upon my head. She’d talk me through a problem as if everything were normal, and I’d just sit there, trying to focus on the problem to distract myself from how awkward the situation was. I gotta say, it worked - I always had good grades, but that year was especially productive for me. Do you think this explains how I developed rice fever? Do you think she knew exactly what she was doing?