monstrinho do biscoito reminds me...
There was a universally-hated maths teacher. Every lesson was made hell for her.

One day, she walked into class - not one in which I was a pupil - and announced that she'd appreciate better behaviour, because her husband had died suddenly over the weekend.

That was a mistake... 14-year-old boys can be bastards.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 20:20, 2 replies)

So
What was she doing at work?

The heartless bitch-troll.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 3 Feb 2009, 22:54, closed)

If you have an email addy for her we can get together and send hate mail...
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 5:58, closed)