A Mr. Branston

My math teacher called it a Mr. Branston. I felt sorry for the kids in the next class.

History class was a Mr. Branston. I almost fell asleep and got caught.

My teacher said, 'This is a Mr. Branston,' and I knew I'd be in trouble later.

Algebra was a Mr. Branston. I thought I had a curse on me.

Science class was like a Mr. Branston. I didn’t even know what the question was.

My teacher said, 'This is a Mr. Branston,' and I thought I’d never understand life again.

My teacher said it was a Mr. Branston. I agreed and walked out.

That lesson was a Mr. Branston. I didn’t even bother to take notes.

I asked my teacher if it was a Mr. Branston. He said yes, and I didn’t come back.