5/16/2005 10:57:00 PM|||James O'Malley|||

The weirdest thing ever happend earlier. I can't express just how frightening it was with mere words, so you'll have to imagine me waving my arms about, with a shocked expression my face.

My father and I were on our way back from the Post Office Depot picking up a B3ta t-shirt that I'd ordered, when I spotted the car in front of us was being driven by none other than my Maths teacher. Whilst not particularly shocking in itself, the fact that he was heading towards my house was. "Nah, can't be" I thought to myself. My dad joked that he was coming to see us.

He was. Ooh-heck.

Turns out he's that dedicated to his job, that he had driven to my house to hand back to me my maths coursework! He proceeded to give me an impromptu maths lesson on the door step, which was weird in itself. Not that I'm complaining- it seems that he really wants me to do well. Just a shame that I'm terrible at maths. I actually feel reasonably guilty because of this.

At least he didn't "drop round" yesterday, if we ignore the fact that it was a Sunday, when I was home alone. That would have been vaguely surreal and I'm not sure I would have believed that it actually had happend if my parents hadn't confirmed it. Bizarre.

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