I've told this story before, but I just thought about it again randomly, and it makes me so happy I thought I'd tell it again. Thus:
My high school headteacher was a massive prick. Not because he was mean to kids or anything like that, he was just generally, a prick. If I met him as an adult, I would consider him a prick.
As an example, the dude caught ONE kid smoking weed at school, charged INTO the middle of a GCSE exam that had already started, with a bunch of 15/16 year olds already worried about life, and delivered a tirade about not doing drugs. THAT SAME WEEK, the headteacher got arrested for drunk driving. Irrelevant to the story, just setting the scene.
Anyway, for some reason, in my final year of High School he taught us English Lit, and that was one of my favorite subjects.
One of our big final things we had to do was write a longish story - about anything we wanted, and submit it. I loved this and I actually, which was rare for me at the time, spent hours putting this thing together. I handed it in and awaited the grade. I knew it had to be A/A* territory, and I was there for it.
So, imagine my horror, when it comes back to me as a "B" with a note, "could not empathise with the main character". Motherfucker. I was annoyed, but moved on with my life.
Fast forward like 15 years and the now former Headteacher man is running to become a UK MP as a member of Nigel Farage's UKIP party. (Recall eariler, prick).
He didn't get in thankfully, but then a couple of years later he put out a book about his experiences as a UKIP Candidate. I had to read it.
The tone and summary of the book was essentially "how UKIP tricked me into becoming a massive racist so I'd stand for them in an election." It was all bullshit, the man just took off on his own pity party.
Anyway, I left an Amazon review. 2 Stars. Could not empathise with the main character.
It was one of the best days of my life.
