Science homework and brain surgery
Miss W taught me science when I was young. She was small, scrawny and vicious, disliked by all pupils and staff. Oddly, though, she and I seemed to get on, if not exactly well, then at least not as badly as seemed to be the case with the rest of the world.

We happened to be walking across the quad on one occasion, and she asked me why S, one of the boys in my form, had been absent for so long.
"Ummmm... He had a brain tumour."
Miss W looked slightly panicked. "Oh, god," she said. "I suppose I ought to stop sending him homework, then."
Even at the age of 12, and even in the presence of this harridan, I felt entirely warranted in replying, "Yes. I think you should."

It's the small victories that count.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 29 Jan 2009, 15:30, Reply)