My sixth-grade maths teacher, Mr. Lemon, was the most hated teacher in our school.
Everyone attending his courses felt always stressed, discouraged and bad because he was a kind of person who never encouraged to get better results.
He was a tall, skinny man with short, brown hair and terrible brown eyes.
People being watched by Mr. Lemon always felt terrified and scared because he communicated fear with his presence.
One day, a classmate of mine gave the wrong answer to an exercise on the blackboard.
He was immediately scared by the shouts of the teacher who screamed against him.
Nobody in the school could see him, even his colleagues.
He was famous for being called "Mr.
Lemon, the terrible demon".
Fortunately, the following year when I started school again, I knew he had gone to another city, Everyone in the school was happy about that news.
March 2017
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