By Stephen Lodge
I would be the first to admit I am not a brilliant student. Oh, no. Perkins the science teacher actually called me a wanker. Or was it the Maths guy? Hmm, perhaps. I remember the History master, Carter, slapping the top of my head because the year of some battle escaped me. I think my dandruff prevented a repeat performance. My English teacher was Welsh. His accent and enunciation intoxicated me. I even liked the way he called us morons. But I will succeed in whichever sphere of writing I choose. Because you are my English teacher. You mark my words.
Good story.
I treasure this sentence: “I remember the History master, Carter, slapping the top of my head because the year of some battle escaped me.”
Thanks so much for your comments, Tony. I could never remember those centuries-old battle dates, even Waterloo, although I don’t mind other Abba songs.
Great flow from beginning to end with humor to boot!
Thanks so much,Lee. Really appreciate your comments.
Did you mean ‘renunciation’ or ‘enunciation’?
[ I’m taking your last sentence as an invitation. 😀 ]
Haha thank you Geoff. You are exactly right. I had meant to type enunciation. Is renunciation even a word? Seasons greetings.