Throwback thursday-Inside my classroom

In J.S.S 1 when I was still a nerdy embryo slay aspirant,my female Vice Principal was passing by our noisy and unruly classroom when we ought to have a class going on.
She walked in with the righteous holy wrath of Jesu Kristi when he saw those vagabonds transacting business in his father's house.
One end time student was dancing "one corner" at the back of the classroom,while another female student was busy rubbing brown powder and lip gloss on her pre-pubescent face. Mayhem reigned like the chaotic Boko Haram states.
Yours truly was busy daydreaming about his crush who was currently sandwiched between three Kardashian look alike sisters. Oluwa mi!Don't forsake the righteous. Why did I have to come to this world like this dried stock fish why?(that was before my beards happened though)
Anyways,VP hit her cane angrily on the blackboard grabbing our instant attention. She started sermonizing about the evils of makeup, premarital sex and yadayada...
She called the slay king wannabe(let's call her X)
VP: Why are you keeping afro gghjjjgsgysuisj....
X:Mute,head ducked down face. Picture of an unrepentant sinner.
VP:Don't you know that beauty is in the eyes of the...?
There the VP paused for dramatic effect and asked the class to complete the idiom.
Iru wahala wo leleyi!
It was either we answered the question or face...
A) Mr Abina the chemistry teacher 's cane which he usually soaks in different chemicals for three days to enhance the elasticity on the skin.
B) Kneel down in the oven baked sand till closing time.
C) Bukky to the rescue with bullies all around her.
As a coward, I chose "C" my hard skin was used to kneeling.
I said "beholder" in my most perfect accent. I even went on to explain the meaning of the idiom at the VP's suggestive prodding.
VP asked the class to keep on clapping until I ask them to stop. She asked me about my primary education. I told her. She went on to commend my parents for choosing to take me to a private primary school. She even said I should be coming to greet her every morning.
Ayemi!Temi Bami! After she left, the wolves and wobe children came out of their corner and put me in the middle.
Bruno the class brute who had previously challenged Mr Abina to a duel said "ehn ehn Mr Ovasabi, since you're the best student that knows it all, you will have to start teaching us"
The wolves and wolverines laughed hysterically. They put me in the middle and pushed my small unslayed head all around.
I cried like the baby I was. It took the intervention of my Margret Thatcher mummy to stop the bullies.
Afterwards I decided to keep my mouth shut whenever any question was being asked.And THAT WAS HOW MY ACTIVIST AND MATYR DREAMS WERE KILLED.
Years later,Bruno saw me on Facebook and sent a friend request.Should I... Or shouldn't I?