Comment c’est dur. What a hard language it is to master. It is impossible. Larousse. That is 10000 verbes and 115 conjugaisons… and my head teacher in French? Would just not let go.
The mental punishment? It was relentless. Everyday, all day when I went to school.
English was OK. French? My Lord, I got beaten to death mentally every day. My little sister left the school together with her best friend. I stayed and experienced… the mental ordeal.
My History, Social science and Religion teacher, my Physics and Chemistry teacher, my French and Swedish teacher (beaten to death every singe class, the hardest of them all), my Geography teacher (was a really kind man and so was the vice principle) and my English teacher (that we used to make fun of…).
The thing is that my mother went to the very same school and her little sister (my aunt) did so as well, we all attended the same school and the same teachers.
*- Is he/she still alive?*
“- Retirement?”
“- No, they are my head teachers.”
“- Is W**** still around? That is completely bonkers. He/she was crazy”
“- Yes, and I know that for a fact. One of my head teachers. Completely mad.”
“- What about her? Surely, I don’t think so…”
“- Mm.”
“- Why?”
“- In 1983 I would have been in 7th grade or 8th and I would have known. The antisemitism aka Nazism, chocked me then and it as shocking to me know. I can never understand that. As my father could never understand it. I know for a fact that she is lying.”
“- I went to the school and I know the ones that were bullied at the time. I’m not telling. But she was not one of them. I tried to protect them as best as I could. She is probably not telling the truth. Intentionally or unintentionally.
“- But, you are not being truthful and I know this for a fact. I’m not telling. However, I was there.”
Balkan gymnastics teachers? From Jugoslavia? An elite gymnast (6 foot tall, 180 cm or more, at least or an even taller women. Dressed in Adidas three stripes red/white) and a handball professional at that?
Russian style gymnastic education? There was the mental punishment, every single day.
“- You need to go to school.”
“- Nu har vi gymnastik!”
Varenda dag?
“- This does not seem right?”
“- Boys, you go shower now!”
“- You will all take a cold shower, now!”
“- Larousse!”
Skolan har inte bytt namn. Det var 9:an och året var 1985. Jag vet det… därför jag var där, då.
Det är 176 sidor verb och böjnigar på verb i boken. Merde, que c’est dur. Larousse de la conjugaison.
“- Nos ancêtres, les Gaulois avec les yeux bleus et les barbes longe et blanc…”
1950.
“- Ça ne peut pas être correct?”
“- On à été battu, quand on parles pas le français.”
“- Je connais le français maintenant.”