Maths
When I was at school, it is difficult to put into words how relentlessly crap I was at maths. I did not know my times tables, aside from the one, two, five and ten. I could not do division at all. Basically, if you look up maths spacktard in the dictionary.. well, you won't find it, it's not there. But if it were, it'd have my name.

However, in year 8, I ended up with a teacher who shall be named Mr. B. Now, Mr. B was a wonderful teacher. His lessons would essentially be a mix of witty banter and mathematical experimentation. He not only gave me confidence, but helped me find facets of maths that weren't utter tedium to me. He inspired a modicum of competence in me. I still didn't enjoy maths that much, nor was I very good at it, but thanks to him, I managed to pull a decent grade in GCSE maths. Something I would never have been able to do without his support.

Made it all the more shocking when he was sacked a year after I left school for trying to get his end away with a fifteen year old student. But, that's life, I guess.
( B.T., Thu 17 Mar 2011, 16:16, Reply)