So I too had a cock for a physics teacher. He hated me. Well - he hated absolutely everyone, but reserved a little special bit of hate for me.
We were graded quarterly on our performance, for which one got a double plus, through to a double minus. Every quarter I got a double minus from him and despite my protestations was treated accordingly.

He was arrogant, patronising, condescending and sarcastic - you think the kids that come over from /talk to moan are bad - they're juniors compared to this guy. Asking for elaboration on any area was tacit admission of utter stupidity, and, in essence, a request to be sighed at, and then sarcastically patronised as he explained slowly, in a tired tone reserved for the the imbicilic:

"Look, Vagabond, it's perfectly simple, the intrinsic forces that rotate the subject are governed by the equation which proves the opposing forces are equal to the blah blah blah really lad WERE you dropped on the head as a child? I'd certainly be tempted to if any of my children were so willfully ignorant as you - I imagine your parents must be really quite embarassed by you (that last being a real quote) and I'll obviously be reporting this out to your housemaster at the end of today."

I hated him - too young to understand irony, too underconfident to front up to him, he genuinely started to make me feel stupid, incompetent and unworthy.

So, at the age of 18, it was with quite significant joy that I accepted his 18yo daughter buying me a pint, and inviting me back to her house, where we had a lot of very noisy sex. She stuck around for a few months, too, and we took every opportunity to have more noisy sex, including every room, the garden, and in the neighbouring field.

Which was nice.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 14 Feb 2011, 17:15, 1 reply)

this reminds me of my physics lecturer
*off to post
(Monkeystrumpet monkey. Monkey, MONKEY!!!, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 10:54, closed)