Ma Prof

I just really want to describe this professor to you all, because she is insane. My French prof is this tiny old woman with OCD (I diagnosed her). She barely comes up to my shoulder and, if you have ever watched "The Sword in the Stone", she is very similar, in looks and mannerisms, to Madam Mim:

The first day of class, she told us that we all had to buy a special pen for her class; it is a pen with four different colors in one, because she color-codes her notes. Alright, sounds good, she's organized, right? Well, within the first couple of days we all found out exactly how organized she is. Before each of her lectures, she tells us to write exactly what she writes up on the board. After writing her notes and giving her lecture, she proceeds to come around to each of our notebooks and inspects our notes to make sure that we have our notes according to her standards. Everything, from the tint of the colored pen to the size of our handwriting, must pass her inspection before she is content.

Another lovely habit of hers is to ask us to try to explain things and then scoff at us while we stumble over her language (yes, it's hers). When we stop to stare inquisitively at her or to ask for clarification, she tells us to continue trying on our own. She enjoys subtly belittling us and then walking away with a "N'ayez pas peur!" which means, "Don't be scared!"

I have never come across a professor with as many peculiarities as she has. However, as crazy as she is, she is a wonderful teacher, and I am learning a lot from her. I just find her quirks amusing and ridiculous, and I thought I would share.

Bon soirée!