Originally Posted by Washa Koroleva
My Mathematics teacher is strange.
I like that guy but he's acting like the guy from the pub these days. He's trying to talk to me after each lesson. Somehow he acts like being disappointed about me not being there next year. Maybe he wants to get closer to my mother through talking to me but he should have asked already.
I'm walking out of the classroom, go outside and he comes up to me saying:
'Oh, it smells really bad here. Can you smell that?'
Me: yeah.. hm
He: That's probably from the lake over there.
Me: There's a lake? Where?
He: Come on let me show you.
Me: Oh THAT LAKE! I know what you mean. I need some food now.
Well of course I didn't know what the fuck he's on about and I could swear there was no lake.
Old men are killing me.
A lake? Hmmm, thats... I must remember that...Come on and let me show you..wow