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I remember this class very well and I
remember being completely clueless the
entire time. I also remember how it felt to have “F”
exams passed back to me
while seeing that everyone around me seemed to
be getting “A’s” and “B’s.”
How could these students understand all the
ancient hieroglyphics and cave
drawings the teacher was scribbling all over
the board? I was completely lost
the whole time and it wasn’t a good feeling. I
dreaded going to that class.
I remember the teacher too… Oh… I remember him. Mr. Ubbernerd (not
his real name.) Unfortunately, our class was
right after lunch and Mr.
Ubbernerd wasn’t exactly up on the latest
in oral hygiene – like the tooth
brush. The man always managed to have at least
half a pound of white
Weber’s bread jammed in his front teeth. That
wasn’t the worst of it. There
was this little blob of spit… As he talked, it
would string from the middle of his
upper lip to his lower… up… down… up… down…
up… down. It was totally
mesmerizing. How could I concentrate
on Algebra with this going on?
Up… down… up… down… Perhaps this is why I was
failing the class – spit
blob obsession. In the middle of the year,
they transferred me into another
class.
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