Hilarious: French Class

Special greetings to you all.

I missed writting yesterday and that was because writer's block was trying to hit me yesterday, and when I was ready to fight it back, I suddenly slept off while typing.

I'm supposed to continue with my Angelic story but... Yeah let me drop this hilarious piece.

During secondary school we had tough time learning french and that was because the French teacher was not the soft type and he tried by all hard means to push the difficult language into our brains. He's the type that derives excess joy in punishing students that fails his home work and class work. I don't mean the normal kneeling down sort of punishment but rather the flogging part.

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I don't know where he was brought from because all students respect him because no one want to fall into his trap, the only punishment he knows was flogging and the whole school(both teachers and students) know him for being a professional in that realm.

Let me say more about him before telling you what happened in the french class.

Yeah, he's damn good in flogging and everyone of us wondered where they brought him from, whether he schooled in the Colonial days that those British and French people dealt with him and he thinks returning the acts to students will pay off.

He love flogging to the extent that other teachers call him to come and do justice to defaulters on their behalf, especially when we fail assignment, infact he's the 'machine' they use to collect school fees. You know what I meant?

I know most of you guys(especially non Nigerian People) did not Experienced this; they used flogging as a means of persuading students to pay school fees. They feel that we don't persuade our parents at home to give us school fees, so the canning would remind us to drag them and make sure they surrender with the school fees.

So he was in charge of the school fees collection and you wouldn't want to receive twice of his beating in a week.🤣.

He was in charge of attending to late comers too, and this made me and my friends to develop the habit of using the bush part whenever we know we are late to school. Wait! Did you experienced that in school? Where you'd be flogged so deadly when you come late to school? Yeah, I grew up in the rural area and I had lots of this Experience.

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The French class.

This is day I don't forget in a hurry. We were in his class and he was teaching us how to read TIME in French language.

The teaching became so long and extended into the break hour, when we had the bell for break, our body started hitching to go out and play as usual, but this tough man refused. That time we were in year 3(class three), we were little adults then and this man shouldn't be controlling us like that. So murmuring increased and he noticed. He paused the class and we thought he was gonna flog everyone for trying to end his class but he took another approach.

French Teacher: I know you all tired and want to go out for break

Class:Yes sir!(We chorused)

French Teacher: I have a lot to cover today and I want to finish this topic today. So if you want to go out and play, the exit is free while I continue with the people that are ready to learn.

Upon hearing this, we all became scared and believed it's a trap that anyone that dare to pass through the door would be greeted with strokes of hot cane, so we stayed and observed.

Someone summoned courage to exit the class and we saw that he didn't flogged him. Haaa! Another person passed again and nothing. So three quarters of the class exited and he didn't do them anything.

It was surprising because it's unlike him, so we assumed that those people that went out would be dealt with the next class,so we decided to stay back to learn in order to avoid the next war.

The class continued under the hot weather, we were looking at our classmates outside from the window how they're enjoying their break time.

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He gave us a classwork to work on and be submitted within some minutes for marking. We did it and submitted, he marked and was angry because no one in the class got the answer. He went to the corner where he packed his canes, brought them out and made everyone of us to receive seven strokes each. He was calling us out one by one to dish out the hits on our backs. A whole seven hot lashes! Omo! The girls in our misdt cried and tears was flowing on the floor as if the floor was flooded.

The class members that went out that day were laughing and thanking their God for making them to escape from the 'Egyptian' that day.

From that day, I hated french,all the interest I had disappeared.

Even when I got to higher institutions, I had a room mate that they made french as a compulsory borrowed course in their department, ...I busted into laughter when he said they forced them to buy french dictionary.🤣🤣🤣 Maadddd! But thank God they gave my department Physical Education.

I used to love French but...🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thanks for reading.

4th February 2022