I first encountered Mr. Suter (or Super Suter, as he is wont to be known) in Year 9, and we studied such diverse texts as 'Welcome Home, Jellybean' (which I only enjoyed because Mr. Suter made it so wonderfully interesting, despite him cussing my handwriting) and 'Julius Caesar' (which I did enjoy, doubly so, because of Mr. Suter's inspired reading of Mark Antony in Act III, Scene II). And thanks to Mr. Suter's marvelous tuition, I got a Level 8 (the highest possible) in my Year 9 SATS! Thank you Mr. Suter!
Next time I came across Mr. Suter was in Year 12, when he became on the teachers who would train me to pass my A-levels. Now, I haven't actually done the exams yet, but my nice teacher Mr. Suter has predicted me an A in English! It's all thanks to him. And there are no bounds to his generosity! When I needed a responsible adult to sign my passport form so I could leave the country on holiday to Morocco, well, who better to approach than Mr. Suter himself! Good old Super Suter! Thank you!
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