My math-teacher.

Our math-teacher is probably the dullest and most uninteresting person I have ever met in my life!

To take in consideration, I have never, ever liked math! and this teacher really doesn't improve matters!

My beloved teacher does not have a language really. Yes, he speaks norwegian, but to speak norwegian you must have a dialect - he does not. He speaks a mixture of several dialects, but it has such a flat tone so it's acctually painful to listen to him speak.

He is also so insecure he's scared to contradict the students.

Well, to the point!

Yesterday, only 15 out of 28 students showed up for lecture. After what felt like an eternity, we got a 15 minute break (me and my friend had been playing finger-football with a piece of clay at the back row). The entire back row glanced at eachother, and began to pack our bags.

I'm a very sensitive person, and my heart really goes out to poor creatures like him. I usually just stay, because I feel bad for them - but I couldn't stand this misery!

The worst part really was that the teacher didn't leave the room during the break, so he witnessed all the packing.

I briefly waved my visa-card in the air, pretending I was just going down to the cafeteria.

He stopped us by the door, and asked if he was loosing us! I couldn't face him, so I pushed everybody else aside, and ran out...

There were 6 people left during the rest of the lecture.