I didn't know what I could do to ease the horrible pain of boredom that only exists in either Maths or English. And I used to like English!
I pretended to listen to Mr Richardson's drony voice, but ended up pretending that I was listening to it.
I knew we were talking about Macbeth and Shakespeare at the time I drowned out the noise coming from Mr Richardson's mouth. The last thing I listened to him saying was:
"...and Macbeth..." And then it was just "Blahdi blah blah"
I despised English. With a vengeance.