I was an outcast when I was at high school. But my friend Mike wasnt anything like that. He was a typical high school geek and a role model for both his and my families. But one thing at high school changed it all forever.
Mr. Tyler, our high school trigonometry teacher, is a constant character of my nightmares even now, when Im 23-year old and graduated from the university. Mr. Tyler was short, bald-headed and a bit rotund. I can assure you that everyone who had trig classes hated him! Silence was the only thing that could be heard when he came in. I was twice unhappy because Mike, my best friend, was Mr. Tylers pet. The weirdest fact about Mr. Tyler was that no one (!) ever cut his classes. And everyone was sure about the bitter end that should come with the exam.
But the more we hated him the more we laughed at him and were seeking ways to abuse him. We were trying to find his Achilles heel to kick him before he kicked us. And we found it! As Ive already told Mr. Tyler had a bald spot on his head, not too big for a school teacher, but I think very embarrassing for a man. And as he was a bachelor it was twice hard for him to find someone, because women, you know, more like hot machos than bald-headed school teachers.
We found out that Mr. Tyler was taking a special remedy Propecia to improve the growth of his hair. As the exam date was approaching dramatically we lined out the best solution for saving our souls. We decided to change the Propecia pills in the jar for the aperient medicine. That sounded like a famous plan, because Mr. Tyler was expected to spend the whole exam in the bathroom. But for that we needed a very reliable person to send to Mr. Tyler. And guess who was supposed to maintain the operation? My friend Mike, the teachers pet.
We bought the pills of the same color and shape with Propecia and told Mike what to do in details. After classes he was expected to ask Mr. Tyler some trig question and try to distract him as long as possible, while one of us (a random student being around) had to appropriate his pill jar and change the pills really fast.
But not all went according to plan. Mike tried his best to keep Mr. Tylers attention, but that was a four-eyed Mr. Tyler. We were caught and the exam was eventually flunked. Thats why I hate trig and I see Mr. Tyler in my nightmares so often. But Im not that bad comparing to Mike. He didnt pass the exams to enter a university and had to start working, though his major was trig.
What about Mr. Tyler, you might ask. Ive seen him when I stopped by to see my parents. I couldnt recall him first because he wasnt bald-headed anymore! Unbelievable! It wasnt enough for him to torture his students; he was impudent enough to look healthier than ever and had just tons of hair on his head! After that I made up my mind to never turn to trigonometry again.
Alex, 23
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