Puff mushroom student

The barely thirteen-year-old puffball boy, who unfortunately could not suffer the science of numbers, and was barely able to understand why two and two equal four and not five? With dangerous hesitancy and the dread of a death row inmate, he stepped out to the unsavory okada green blackboard when the new math teacher called him.

From the very first glance, almost everyone could immediately assess that - it is possible - this new, constantly smiling, direct, kind-behaving new teacher might still be different in her attitude and pedagogical methods from the hair-splitting, house-muddling and unbearable witch you already are. she had consumed three husbands, and the years had not left her a wizened old woman.

"Please Feri!" Then draw an isosceles triangle on the board! he asked kindly.

"Look!" The big beef! He doesn't even know where the chalk is! - some people interjected.

�" If I hear even a single pee, the people who raise their voices can immediately make a short detour with an inspector to the director's office! Did I speak clearly?! - he threatened and reprimanded the evil speakers of the class at the same time, falling to his feet, and then he turned back to Feri, who was still trembling like a poplar leaf, who had now actually lost all his remaining courage, and rather backed away than stepped forward.

"Calm down, Ferik!" Everything will be fine! The chalk is here, please come now because we're running out of time! he asked a little more urgently.

"What will happen if, in half a year, you add one more single to the nine insufficient ones?" he thought to himself. "My father will definitely slap me hard and call me an idiot who can't even solve a simple math problem!"

But suddenly, gathering his thin self-confidence, he just went out to the blackboard, because he was attracted by the pleasant, soft and radiantly melodious voice he heard.

"Then I'll ask you to draw an isosceles triangle!" No need to rush! - he gave the chalk between his chubby, pawed hands.

It was as if a slight alternating current had pinched his skin and hands, or as if a magnet had started to pull him towards the teacher - suddenly he was overcome with intimate, confidential, warm, romantic feelings, like someone who falls in love immediately, yet this fantastic feeling is well deserved should hide it from everyone.

The math teacher was a tall, slender lady. her cardigan made of snow-white yarns and her polo shirt representing a casual style went extremely well with her flower-patterned skirt. One could easily have looked at her as an ordinary person, yet one had to immediately see in her a posture reminiscent of princesses and a classy, delicate, careless elegance.

There was a hidden, Mediterranean atmosphere in his movements; as if, with his delicate, long, thin hands and slightly bitten, naturally full lips, he wanted to preserve the playful curiosity of childhood and connect it with the responsible insight of adults. The smell of her curly, light brown, short hair almost permeated one's senses.

In her hazel eyes - if you looked a little more closely - you could immediately see one or two golden dots, which mostly resembled laughing true pearls. This also lent his expressive, shy face a unique, exotic, Caribbean expression.

Feri hesitantly and clumsily took the piece of chalk between his paws, which creaked in his hands like a rusty door hinge, and began to draw the somewhat large, isosceles triangle, as the teacher had asked, with meticulous precision. He crossed each line several times, as if to check himself, or just to make sure of the simple fact that the chalk would hold properly.

There were people in the class who didn't even pay attention to it, while others tried to occupy themselves by pretending to be silent, because who else has seen someone who could engage everyone with equal interest in a simple and deadly boring math lesson?

"You are very good!" Great! he continued to encourage. "Then now bisect the triangle with a line and name its vertices!"

Feri used the first three letters of the alphabet to name the vertices of the triangle! He thought to himself: "Why can't I call one Gérti, the others Lizi, and let's say the third Hortensia?"

However, the long line used to cut the triangle in half caused him quite a headache, because even though he had visual vision, he couldn't imagine what it would look like if a triangle were cut in half at once? It's like being completely cut in two!

"What you've done so far is good!" Feel free to draw a long straight line in the middle of the triangle so that we can calculate the given geometric theorem! �" at this moment, the teacher's voice was so dreamlike, singing, pleading, pleading, that if a teacher on duty had stopped by to visit the class, he would have most certainly asked her out on a date.

Because Feri could not even now know how to do it to calculate the given geometrical theorem with the help of a single longitudinal, straight line, therefore - as has been the case for many years -, from his emerald green eyes, his abundant tears first flowed in thin streams of water, and then in increasingly intense waterfalls.

Now it seemed that it was the teacher's turn to fall into a minor confused, surprised panic, because for a moment or two she watched in disbelief and stared as Feri waged an almost heroic struggle to preserve his own self-confidence lying in ruins and his recovery, and then, when it seemed that this won't be successful either, he immediately took the initiative:

"But my Ferik!" What happened?!

Somewhere from deep in the back rows, a short-haired, knowledgeable little girl snapped at him immediately:

"Don't even pay attention to him!" He always does this! Will pass!

"If I remember correctly, I wasn't talking to you, Eszterkém!" - admonished the talkative student.

"I'm sorry Aunt Brigi... I just wanted to help!"

Apparently, the class behaved exactly as it did before Feri's stupid answer. Everyone wanted to enforce their own gossip and word-of-mouth announcements as loudly and impressively as possible. And although the young teacher tried to use all sophisticated and precise tactics in order to restore real, temporary peace in the class - in most cases, those certain "louders" continued right where they left off.

"My Feric!" Calm down! Calm down please! The world is not ending! - it was not possible to know for sure whether the kind, gentle caressing movement on the part of the teacher was an instinctive, routine reaction, or whether it was merely a schematic implementation of the learned didactic theory, in any case it was a little useful, because Feri could experience for the first time that one or two math teachers he can be kind too, of course only if he really wants to!

- You know what? - the new thought popped out of the teacher's head. "Let's solve this comical example together!" - radiantly confident, and her gentle smile seemed to have saved her little protégé from further unfair, public humiliation at the same time.

"Well!" Then, along the straight line, write the letters neatly one by one, and add a number each! - her long, exotic swan fingers almost gently brushed Feri's bulky paws. �"

As you can see, Feri, we can already get the result with the help of a formula!

So that the class wouldn't get too rowdy, and to be able to pay attention - for anyone interested in the science of arithmetic at all - the teacher spoke to the whole group every ten minutes:

"Class!" Attention! So then, measured with the given coefficients, you can calculate the exact perimeter and volume of an isosceles triangle! - as he carefully tapped his palms together bit by bit against the flying chalk dust, as if it were a real, sparkling snowflake, as the cherishing sunlight fell on him - he put the chalk down and sat down at the teacher's desk commanding great authority.

He looked like he was deep in thought, wondering how many grades the chubby little boy in front of him would get.

Feri also tried to wipe his thick, palm-sized hands; it was considered a clumsy attempt that the choice fell on his brand new jeans, from which he also clumsily wanted to fish out a handkerchief so that he could at least wipe the unpleasant residue of the chalk powder leaving white stains on it.

The teacher - now, as always - preceded him.

"My Feric!" If you need a handkerchief, ask for it! - he already reached into the drawer and took one out for her, while he tried to scribble a detailed verbal evaluation in the corresponding "comments" section of the class diary with self-effacing diligence.

After that, Feri had one of the most heart-wrenching, ferocious moments. I wonder if an extremely gentle and very nice teacher will give a speech to a rather unlucky student who - it seemed - has almost no idea about the basic regularities of geometry.

He opened his blue checkbook, where he already noticed that he had almost all failings and sufficients - at least as far as math was concerned - and entered some marks for mathematics, then he began to turn the page for a long time, and in the other information column he wrote that he was extremely intelligent he may have met a young man who has hypersensitivity, so he will suggest that even if they cannot immediately transfer him to a special education group, he can at least be a private student, because he does not feel comfortable and satisfied in his class at all.