Teachers21 Jul 2020 11:44
All those years ago, my father decided to waste his money on me, having some private Maths tuition !
Mr Smith his name was, a gentle mild-mannered man who truly enjoyed teaching.
I dint mind the one hour long boring repetitive maths exercises 2 times a week but the ‘Real killer’ was pour old Mr Smith’s amazingly Bad Breath, which I had to endure for a whole hour!
For me going in to each lesson there was ONE Clear “Known”, that his breath WAS going to stink!! However, the “Unknown” was HOW BAD would it be that day! the mystery of its severity however was always “Realised” within the first few minutes of each lesson.