Frenchy McFrench
Had a teacher, a French teacher. I would call her Frency McFrench but....can't be arsed.
She was alright enough but uber emotional and totally into her job.

We were complete polar opposites, but, being the (linguistically talented) idiot that I am, I decided to take French for A level.

Now, I was going through a hard time at that point, and falling behind in my other subjects.
Frenchy McFrench decided it was her calling in life to inform me of this.

At first I ignored it. Then I got mildly annoyed. Then it got to the point where I was begging the head of 6th form to let me drop the subject.

It ended when she came up to me and said 'Look. I've talked to all of your teachers, they all think you're quite awful. Especially in Sociology. The teacher doesn't really like you.'
I pointed out that I was sorting this shit with the appropriate teachers and maybe she should just concentrate on her subject.
'Oh no, it's my right to tell you how you're doing and what I think you should do.'
Hello, you're not my mother.

This quickly degenerated into a screaming row in the middle of the corridor where we both had to be restrained.
She was.....a nice person. Just interfered too much. Maybe not a jobsworthy. Just....yeah.

I'm pissed, ok?
(sporky, Fri 13 May 2005, 20:51, Reply)