I spend an inordinate amount of time pondering things to inflict on the French teacher. Some have not been put into action yet. We may invade France and capture Vercingetorix. She hasn’t quite realized that SHE will be Vercingetorix. Another plot involves large amounts of wrapping paper, walkie talkies, music, and hidden cameras. Just kidding. No hidden cameras.
Really, having a room next to her was the best thing that happened this year. I’m not sure she feels the same way.
She did have one moment of revenge.
She walked into my classroom, looked around, ran to the box of tissues, tore all the tissues out, and ran out with the box. With peals of maniacal laughter.
I think MY students thought she was nuts.