...and what's new this thursday evening, dazzlenation?....'what a show' eh?...but then i should be used to it etc etc...and from an early age, as it turns out...and yes, i know what you are referring to - with your 'beavis and butthead' number, dazzlenation....that 'mickey mouse' A level maths class, as run by a certain mr butterworth - at solihull sixth form....and the names of those students, in the spotlight?...well, firstly - they had all been in mr shaw's maths class, langley seniors....robert cipolla, joy rich, pippa morton, simon keeping et al....in short - all of whom had been rather nasty 'vegetables'....who had no idea of what they were doing, at all....a taste of what it must have been like, to be in shaw's O' level class, i suppose....at least, i had been with 'equals' let us say - in mr edward's maths class i.e. with those who had been fortunate enough to have been born with a working brain, let us say....anyway, mr butterworth's class had all hoping to 'feed' off of me, again...and yes, this had been another 'experimental number'....let me backtrack - i had taken a 'gap year' (drugged/kidnapped - put on to the MI5 russian course) to then reapply to do my A levels at 6th form....my first 'attempt' at 6th form college, had only lasted a couple of weeks....see previous notes upon ancient history, french and english classes, there....anyway, my second shot at it...was to try maths, english, religion and philosophy classes...and for no apparent reason, i had then been put into the second year class of maths...into that 'vegetable plot' maths class....i didn't question it, at the time...'why' i hadn't been put into a first year class...and that is because by that point, i was beginning to work it out......see previous notes upon having been drugged by 'mr butterworth' - their class teacher....to then be horribly abused by both butterworth and the head of maths, at butterworth's home....oh and later on - after i had politely told the pair of them - that i had decided to drop maths and do another subject....they were to refuse to let me leave...it was imperative that i stayed etc etc....and you know what?...i just smiled and walked out..thinking 'that's the end of that' but it wasn't - was it?...roll on the decades....anyway - why was that A level class so very bad - that i had decided to up sticks, almost immediately?....let me see....well, i was to walk in and take a seat...the rest of them were bunched up on 'one table' to the far right of the room....they all had coursebooks...by and large - they were all were behaving like 'beavis and butthead'...."idiot children" replies BI online....anyway, butterworth had written a huge and complicated exercise upon the blackboard...there were symbols - that i was unfamiliar with...i asked about a coursebook but was yelled at to shut up, by butterworth...."you're new - wait until the end of the class!"...as it turned out...all of them needed help to solve the equation/puzzle on the board....and so they were all sticking up their hands and asking for help etc etc...in a rather hopeless/helpless sort of way.....but butterworth wasn't going to give them any help at all...he kept on yelling at them all to shut up and get on with it...the only person who was allowed 'help' - was joy rich...not that it did any good....and this is what was so odd about it all....throughout the session, she continually acted like a 'coquette' let us say...squirming, fluttering her eyelashes (as she used to do, in 4U but one would have thought that by a certain age, she would have got over that type of behaviour)....over-conspicuous flirting, let us say....trying to attract butterworth's attention and succeeding...he would then go over and point out, this - that and the other...none of which appeared to help her, in any way...or those seated next to her...those like cipolla and keeping...anyway - on the other side of the classroom, i was so bored...that i began to try and work out what was on the board without the help of a coursebook....and without knowing what certain symbols meant...at the end of the session, butterworth inspected my pad and said, in surprise... "you've nearly got there"......he then told me that i would have to meet the head of maths.....i was then drugged etc etc....the whole thing makes me furious, just to think about it - nowadays...beavis and butthead eh?...you could apply those terms to the bullying techniques of butterworth and his boss, as well - i suppose....go figure:

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