Revenge Stories When People Get Way Too Personal

Also in every class of every year, you had the girls that never stop talking (chatterboxes), the bullies, the fashion fanatics, the teachers’ pets, etc. To make note, teachers’ pets were those that desired an education and worked hard for it, which means they were lowest on the student food chain and targeted for the other types.

I cannot remember her name, so let’s just call her “Mademoiselle Chienne.” You can use a translator for that name if you want.

Mademoiselle Chienne was teaching French to classes of different years, and almost straight off the whistle, she was rude and condescending to her students.

If you couldn’t say, “Hello, my name is…” in French after the first week, then you’re not worth teaching.

My class had Mademoiselle Chienne, two of the smart students, a couple of bullies, a couple of chatterboxes, and several teachers’ pets. I was, unfortunately, part of the teachers’ pet category with dire consequences for me, but that’s another story.

Mademoiselle Chienne had a habit of talking aloud to herself but in her native language. When Mademoiselle Chienne would teach us about a part of the language for the day and told us to put our noses into the study books, she would return to her desk and watch the class.

This is also the moment when the chatterboxes would start talking to each other about anything and everything not class-related. A bully would kick the student’s chair in front, etc.

Whenever the chatterboxes would start up, Mademoiselle Chienne would shake her head and mutter something rude in French before calling out for them to be quiet.