Potato Charts
It has become a habitual occurence for my brother to kick the table leg whilst eating, and pronounce dramatically, "I HATE my maths teacher!" Why? we ask every time, sighing inwardly, for we all know what's to come. "She HATES me! I can't do ANYTHING right!"
"Perhaps," my father puts foward tentatively, "you hate her because hers is the lesson in which you muck about the most?"
(Last week she wrote to my parents, [brother] persistently laughs and farts. This disrupts the progress of the class.)
My brother chews his gnocchies and glowers at my father. "No." he drawls disdainfully, drawing out the vowel for as long as possible, half a lip pulled up in a sort of snarl.
There is a pause in which we ruminate maths and maths teachers. We hear the lightbulb ping in my father's head. "You must embrace maths as a subject, and by doing so, even the teacher!" he exclaims idealistically. "Ewwwwwwww." My brother pushes his plate away in disgust.
"I remember," Mami starts, "how I never got on with my maths teacher either. It started when he wrote on a graph I had handed in 'Is this supposed to be a potato?'"
"Perhaps," my father puts foward tentatively, "you hate her because hers is the lesson in which you muck about the most?"
(Last week she wrote to my parents, [brother] persistently laughs and farts. This disrupts the progress of the class.)
My brother chews his gnocchies and glowers at my father. "No." he drawls disdainfully, drawing out the vowel for as long as possible, half a lip pulled up in a sort of snarl.
There is a pause in which we ruminate maths and maths teachers. We hear the lightbulb ping in my father's head. "You must embrace maths as a subject, and by doing so, even the teacher!" he exclaims idealistically. "Ewwwwwwww." My brother pushes his plate away in disgust.
"I remember," Mami starts, "how I never got on with my maths teacher either. It started when he wrote on a graph I had handed in 'Is this supposed to be a potato?'"
kiwiqueen - 24. Jan, 21:32