In maths, my teacher was Dave, he was a waste man; he was moody all the time. Maths was hard and he didn’t help me, he didn’t help anyone. I asked for help and he was moody for no reason, which made me angry.
Dave was from my boarding school, it was an all-boys boarding school.
PE was good. I played basketball in my breaks and I played it in PE cos my teacher was a basketball coach. I got on with him, he was American. I used to like running, I could run really fast.
I liked science and ICT too. But not English.
My science teacher was nice, Mr Armitage, he was alright. The lessons were practical with Bunsen burners and stuff. We made cannon ourselves with nitrogen and it shot tennis balls out.
