O'Hippo

Dear Deenmeister,

After traveling all the way to Grays,or..Thurrock. I don't know what the difference is and I dont know where my college is. I have concluded that you are the best teacher in the world. It is official, as clearly I've done enough field research to support this fact.

You are the only teacher ever (excluding Miss Dean) to not hate me...fully. Youre the only teacher Ive met who is young enough to actually grasp the concept of fun and to actually know that radio exists, let alone Xfm. You understand the fine art of sarcasm aswell as the absolute genius of sketches such as Flight of the Concords.

This isnt really highlighting your skills as a teacher, but look at my excellent use of paragraphs, clearly all thanks to you. I can't say I'm a fine representation of your craftmenship but that is no fault of yourn. This is due to my epic fail, which I will now blame Wendy Shorter for. I am going to strip her of her doctrite and give it to you, the clearly more deserving of the two. I bet shes never been to a festival in her life, and shes certainly not Scottish.

I feel I owe it to you that I now appreciate the full power of The Pixies, but still only one song of Joy Divisions. I was debating whether to write you a poem instead of an unsent letter. But then I realised I cant ever write a poem again, It'd be like Ghost Busters II, utter disappointment.

You officially own,
The Irreverant child.