Higher Maths has been no longer that painful with Dan Denno, who is luckily my personal tutor as well. "Old creepy boring dude" suddenly turned out to be a funny, nice, kind, friendly, understanding person, who devotes himself fully to students trying to help them no matter what the problem is. What an irony - I just couldn't realise it before… People hate changes. So do I. And here is something I could not even thought about: next term in September I will be placed in another tutor group. I thought my words could make a difference. I thought that me and Yang would persuade Dan to stay with us as a PT. Naive… For some reason I felt that having Dan only as a Maths teacher is not enough. "Anyways, I'll see you, guys, 4 times a week during Math class. We still can be friends" that's what he said, with all the pain and sadness, that really moved me. At that moment I damned gravity for letting my tears slide down my cheek. At that moment, Dan was struggling with his emotions, trying not to cry in front of us, his students. At that moment Yang was staring at the floor, hiding her eyes full of tears…
