When I was in school, we as a year-group had a vendetta against french teachers in particular. In my 5 years in secondary school, we, as a class made 3 french teachers quit.
1st: Madam Startin
As 12 year old little bastards, we drove her into near-seizure-fits every single lesson. We used to throw our excercise books at her head, it used to take 30 odd minutes to get through the register, we used to call her "madam menopause"...
Happy days....she quit next term.
2nd:Madamoiselle Wright
lol..this one was easy. She made a mistake by concealing to us, as a class, her gretest finnicky hate...the smell of fish...like clockwork the next day, when entering her class room, a nice rotting smoked-haddock fillet had been nicely warming on her radiatar for the past hour (due to sly work by me n the boys. The whole block had to be shut down for the morning, she quit soon after.
3rd: Monsieur Bennet
Thuis guy had some issues...he regularly told us about the marital problems he was having with his wife, and more importantly, his hatred of butter...earning him the nickname "butter-boy Bennet". Alas, One morning, he goes to open his door..to feel the putrid greasy butter feeling that he hates...but he had napkins in his draw....which he opened to find more butter over the knob of his draw..and his board marker...nd his chalk-pot, and his marker pens...
He quit soon after
