rowlandanthonyimperial
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
03:24
Mister Koch.
I imagined him as a fine young Caucasian man with a humongous forehead, a humongous mustache and an even more humongous beard.
I was right. Helge Von Koch looked exactly like the man I imagined. My ventromedial kept on flickering within the contours of my white and grey matter, producing an incessant flow of luminous neon lights which danced inside my head. This is going to be an interesting project, I told myself.
But this time, I was wrong. I struggled like a baby who wanted to walk so badly on two feet. Von Koch practically ruined my devotion for mathematics. He made my life so complicated. He made me hate the subject. Last night I was wondering whether or not I could finish the project on time. Surprisingly, I did.
And today was the official day of parting, as I bade goodbye to Mr. Koch in a school ritual called "homework submission". It involves pieces of papers as the ultimate sacrifice offered by the student to the teacher. Upon handing the sacrifice to my teacher then I realized the many many things I have learnt in the project. But that does not mean that I'm ready to forgive Mr. Koch.
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I still don't know why I told youthis feeling i have inside my heart
