tormenting the neighbor

My students made a large horse out of chicken wire.

I guess it was going to be a Trojan horse. It took up a lot of space in my classroom.

I put a Roman helmet on it and moved it into France. Or French class.

Sometimes the French teacher clenches her teeth so hard I’m afraid she’ll get lockjaw.  You think its me?

The Trojan Horse on the throne of France

my little cabbage

My French grandmother told me many years ago that ” my little cabbage” was a term of endearment.

Cabbage? who knows. its the French.

So I got a brussel sprout, donated by a Latin/French student.  its a little cabbage, right? nasty little suckers.

I hot glued it to a white board and left it on the French teacher’s computer.  Mon Petit Chou.

Her: What the hell am I going to do with this once it starts to rot?

Me:Not my problem now.

Its still on her desk, mummifying.

my little cabbage

my little cabbage


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.