call me MISTER.
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My freshman year of high school, I took French and had Madame Hunkele as a professeur.
She was one of my favourite teachers ever because she actually enjoyed my antics. She taught me a slew of swear words on the condition that I couldn’t tell the other students, so I never did but I would drop them all the time and she would just start laughing.
Like I would read a sentence from the book, and add in a whole bunch of curse words into it.
The one time she asked me to translate the English, which I did, which sent her into hysterics and everyone else in class in complete shock (it was like, "Give me the fucking book you g-d damn asshole.") while she hit me with her pointer and between tears of laughter sending them to the office, haha.
Short story incredibly long, I always pronounced Madame like My-Damn.
Everyday I would waltz into class going, "BONJOUR MY-DAMN HUNKELE!", and put a fist out for a pound (which she rarely reciprocated), haha, and she would just shake her head and go, "It is Madame, Jerome, Madame!"
She was also from France so she had a wicked accent.
I said My-Damn Mamere, and basically put My-Damn-Moiselle before all the girls in my class.
Because I am an ass.
I like mademoiselle though, I actually use that in its proper way to this day, heh.
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Wait why did I type all of this?