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have yet to see an entire class held on a Friday. Fortunately, our math teacher arrives this morning sometime after eight. As he walks in, the class rises to attention and greets him formally. He demands chalk from the school prefect before telling us to sit down. Mr. Kofi is a small man with red eyes and a lot of energy. When he talks, it's as though he has so many words and thoughts bouncing around in his brain, it's all he can do to force them out of his mouth. The words tumble out rapidly on top of each other while he stutters and makes wild gestures with his hands. Unfortunately, he's easily irritated and the girls' have great difficulty with math. He spends the lessons jumping around, throwing chalk, and shouting.
"Don't you know anything? I don't know what's wrong with you girls! You don't use your heads!" At first I was shocked that he insulted the class so often but, in fact, most of the teachers behave that way. We counteract it by laughing constantly. The worse the offense or punishment