I wish you were my student

During all of the alarm-hullaballoo, j'ai revu the guy who helped me find my missing class last Thursday.

It was my last class of the day, the last class in all of my schedule that I hadn't seen. I hadn't asked Véronique for the room number, but most English classes are in the language area of the school. I wandered up and down the halls, but I couldn't find her. So I went to the acceuil and asked them if they knew where Véronique was at this time. They sent me to Mme Laval, the proviseur adjoint, who looked up Véronique's schedule and discovered that she did not have a room number down for that hour. So she sent me to the vie scolaire, where I met the vie scolaire man, who took me on a grand tour of the lycée, because we couldn't find the class anywhere we would have expected to find it.

As we wandered around the school, Vie Scolaire Man asked me where I was from. I told him I was from Michigan, and he said "Michigan. It's in the North? With the Great Lakes? Oh, and Detroit, too. The car capital. Home of Ford!" I was everso happy. If only my students could retain that much information about Michigan!

srah - Tuesday, 12 November 2002 - 11:26 AM

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