I did NOT like my Grade 11 (Junior year) Physics teacher.
BIG culture clash.
He was from Louisiana and would often adopt a Loosiana Cajun accent for humourous effect.
But as the lone Canadian in the class I thought he was mocking French so I resented that. ( I didn't yet know Cajun was a bastardized derivatrive of French.
He wasn't speaking "mock-French" at all - it was Cajun. Later I learned of the Acadian expulsion from Canada but only once i retuirned to Canada
He would also make "jokes" that as a non-American I could not possibly know were jokes.
He talked often about the "Mason-Dixon-deBlanc Line that divided the north and southern states. - so that is what I answered on a test in US history and it affected my grade.
I was REALLY pissed. I demanded a meeting with the US History teacher, the Cdn and US headmasters, and this teacher and showed them how I answered "Mason-Dixon-deBlanc Line.
I questioned whether he was really fit to teach in a private international school.
(OK I didn't "question" - I called him an idiot, unfit to teach.)
He yelled at me "you sit there and look at me with an expression of total CONTEMPT on your face!"
"Oh, so you aren't a total
The meeting ended very hostilely, but my mark got adjusted in US history (which was REQUIRED for graduation, along with US government)
The only positive that came out of that was the American teachers had a day-long seminar to realise their "foreign" students wouldn't recognise such"jokes."
For the next year I'd pass him in the hall, smile overly broadly (bare my fangs) and say " va t' shier, et leche mon queue, mon grosse bonhomme, sir!"
He would grunt and walk on. I doubt if he ever knew what I was saying to him
He couldn't ask the French teacher either - because the French teacher taught French Level I and II (out of a book) . I took French Level IV, (a "class" of just me, which consisted of him giving me a french novel and sending me to the library. ( I wonder if i ever read it? I don't think so. I read Sci-fi and plays)
We would speak French to each other though. He had a great sense of humour (and I think now he was gay) Then I'd slip into a Québecois accent and he wouldn't understand me at all.
French wasn't required for a credit 0 I was only afraid of losing my French while I was in an American school.
My parents got me an occasional French tutor too - a Belgian female colonel (ooooh she was gorgeous! I developed a HUGE crush) who would come to our house to smooth out my accent and just converse with me in French.
- I took on a more Belgian sound for a while apparently. It is gone now. I speak French now like an anglo.
So I fell in lust with her.
Meanwhile at school we had a Chenistry teacher Mr Helmuth (Heil Helmuth!)
(whom I now realise was most definitely gay.
He was body builder whom I would undress with my eyes every day while he literally strutted back and forth on his dais.
I passed his class.
He was as arrogant as I was. (now I'm humile and sweet as acid pie).
He once told me I should try to "emanate" someone - I said "you mean emulate."
He said very loftily "no, it is EMANATE."
So I gave a definition and insisted the word he wanted was "emulate."
"I won't argue chemistry with me if you dont argue vocabulary with me"
He strutted into the back and brought out a dictionary and stood in front of me, ostentatiously slipping through it. He stopped, read, then looked at me and saw me staring right at his crotch.. I fled.
I always wished I had just met his gaze instead of (literally) running.
So I fell in total lust wih him.
(making for one VERY confused 15 year old).