I was just reminiscing and it reminded me of something. ..
When I was in High School, halfway through the year we had a new Chemistry teacher. I walked into his class and I had never been so scared in my life. He was so tall that he pretty much towered over us and all the kids in the corridors. He was really scary and I’m not even joking. I hated him.
However, over the next few months I got to know him better. He was married, had a dog and children and was actually kind and funny. He had a passion for building things (mostly toy planes), but there was something else that really caught my attention…
He was Swedish.
This tall, blue eyed, glasses-wearing, white/blond haired, slightly awkward, intimidating man was freaking SWEDISH.
It gets better though. A friend and I had made the mistake of telling him we were learning Danish and Norwegian and from then on he sometimes called us the “Norwegian and the… *makes a face* Dane”. At the end of the year, his last piece of advice to me when I graduated was to “stay away from Denmark”.
And that, my dear followers, was how my Chemistry teacher was in fact undercover APH Sweden.