The other day my daughter went off to Great Zimbabwe on a school trip. It's in Zimbabwe in case you were wondering. She's 12 years old and goes to the French school here in Johannesburg. Before the trip the teacher in charge organised a rather heated question and answer session to give details about the excursion. She got to the part where she read out the names of the teachers who would be going along with the kids. This was all in the interest of reassuring the parents, most of whom are French expatriates, that they would in fact see their children again.
She called out "Madame Dupont," to a murmur of Gallic appreciation. Likewise Madame Clichy. And Madame Thiam. Then she called out the name of Madame Z and a small boy in the back of the hall shouted out at the top of his voice,
"OH NO!"
I guess Madame Z isn't his favourite teacher. A bientôt.
She called out "Madame Dupont," to a murmur of Gallic appreciation. Likewise Madame Clichy. And Madame Thiam. Then she called out the name of Madame Z and a small boy in the back of the hall shouted out at the top of his voice,
"OH NO!"
I guess Madame Z isn't his favourite teacher. A bientôt.
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