let lemons be angry

A typical day at ao maths class. Cast: me, michael and mr ho sitting in between us. Room 1-10.

mr ho: we have to speed up. i'm moving on to a new topic today.
me: no can we do more basic sums? i've forgotten everything!
mr ho: (starts to heave but he's not whining. yet.) quick, new topic. open your books.
me: look mr ho! what i did to my calculator! (nice purple splotch)
mr ho: oh! the first step to perfecting your maths!

(in the middle of an example)
mr ho: ...so you get this answer. do you agree?
michael: yes
me: no.
mr ho: (heaving again and getting high-pitched but never loud) why no?
me: don't skip steps! don't hide anything from us!
mr ho: (grabs my head and shakes it vigorously) take a knife and kill me now! kill me now! and relieve both our stress!
me: i'm not stressed.
mr ho: you're not stressed because you don't do your maths!!
me: i try!
mr ho: you all ah, have to make the most of your potential.
michael: we are.
mr ho: teaching you ah (at his breaking point he starts talking in grandmotherly singlish)... (finds no words to describe his agony)
michael: teaching julienne's like pulling out your teeth
me: (sweetly) it's not intentional.
michael: you have to remember we're not the f maths class! we're the ao maths class
me: i'm getting the feeling it's not the ao maths class, it's the problem child class

(doing sums when i finally get it)
me: correct? (shows him sum)
mr ho: (eyes widen and nostrils flare and hand reaches out to shake my head)
me: wrong? why wrong?
mr ho: you always get this wrong you always get this wrong you always get this wrong (in squeak mode now)

Whereupon i splendidly get the rest of my sums done correctly and it's michael's turn to get them half wrong. Somehow mr ho's theatrics are toned down for him though.