Brian walked into his fifth Statistics class in three years and looked around for the best seat for that semester. Not many people were there, but he took a moment to say Hi to the ones he knew. Middle left was the best seat. Not in the front, center of attention, not in the back with greater chances to snooze, and not right by the windows, with annoying sunlight and cold drafts. He started to put his books down on a table when he was interrupted by a delightfully feminine voice.