For some reason, French class has really been getting on my nerves lately. The teacher in that class must have, like, missed the lesson on how not to alienate the whole class against her.
Today, I had finished the homework in class and, believing that I had learned this chapter’s content exceptionally well (ha), I took out a copy of the school newspaper and began reading. I hadn’t even gotten through half of the essay about academic dishonesty before my teacher addressed me and said, “Tu devrais etudier le vocabulaire!” (“You’re supposed to be studying vocabulary!”) I sighed and glanced at the clock. 2 or 3 minutes of class left. Rolling my eyes, I turned to my friend and said, “What’s the point of etudier-ing le vocabulaire if we’re getting out of here in, like, a minute?” She passed me a look of acknowledgement, because such a scenario occurs even to the best of us at some point in our illustrious French education.
So I got out my folder and flipped pages around in it (glancing sparingly at the vocab sheet and not even reading it) until the bell blessfully rang. That seemed to satisfy my French teacher, since we all know how much more educational flipping pages around is than reading an essay about what is considered cheating and why you shouldn’t do it.
