I didn’t like him when I started the class, the first class was him pretty much shouting out random French law ideals and saying, “No one knows the definition of LAW? Who has taken LAW?” He resembles a troll, with a slightly high-pitched voice, and jeans slightly too small.
I meekly raised my hand, it was 8am in the morning and I was in no mood to be bothered by some French man. He pointed at me and barked out, “What is LAW?”
I shook my head, “No, I learned in America, not in France.”
He barked again, this time adding a fancy wavering to his voice, “Oh yah? How great for you, then SURELY you can give me a definition!” I shook my head again.
What a douche.
It only gets worse, there are some things the teacher does that I’m wondering if the others find normal.:
Every few seconds he slaps his hands on the table, “S’il vous PLAIT! S’il VOUS PLAIT!!” If he hears even the slightest of whispers.
Cell phones? Forget it. He loves to point out whoever is using their phone, shout how abnormal it is to use it, and then continue on his rants which we are supposed to pretty much write “word-for-word”. Very interesting (smell the sarcasm here).
When explaining a topic, he gets oddly quiet in the speech… slowly… and then suddenly he SHOUTS! LOUDLY! I am wondering if he potentially has a form of turrets, control issues perhaps.
The worse is his physical ticks, no joking, from picking his nose with a mouchoir in front in the class, standing one leg up on a chair in a Napoleonic stance while stratching and bouge his balls without even being shy about it, or the best: picking his ears and flicking the findings towards our tables.
I think it’s the ball stratching, the random shouting and his too big white button up shirts that get to me. I mean really. Stop picking your ears, moving your nether regions around and shouting… then I might be able to have a sense of respect.
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