Do you like bananas?

Okay. I'm stressed about the GRE on Friday, so I won't be posting this week.

Except for the following. Which I will keep short and sweet.

I had a new class last Wednesday at Portail Rouge. Initially, I was le pissed off about having to wake up at 6 am to make the trek over to the school in time for an 8 am class, after which I was to turn right back around and go home.

That's right, one hour of class. They asked me to come in at 8 am for one hour of class. My schedule will only get worse come January, but I grin and bear it in the hopes that it will pay off when I want some wiggle room for my vacations.

Back to class. A group of quatrièmes (the equivalent of 8th grade). A boisterous crowd, with tons of questions:
"Have you got any brothers or sisters?"
"Have you got any pets?"
"Have you got a car?"
"Have you got a flat (apartment)?"
The teacher had asked them to be prepared to quiz me on my background, and boy were they on their game.

Only there were a few "troublemakers" in the crew. Les pénibles. One, in particular, who decided it would be appropriate to tell me what he thought about me. You know, physically.

Kid: Madame, you are verrrry beautifullll and sexiii.
Me: awkward laughing
Teacher: angry yelling in French

Following this, I got questioned at great length about my relationship status:
"Are you married?"
"Are you single?"
"Why are you single?"
"Why haven't you got the boyfriend?"

I took it all in stride, smiling and laughing as I tried to explain that I am very happily on my own in France.

Until I was asked if I like bananas.

Other kid: Do you like ze, em, bananes?
Me: awkward blushing and incredulity

The teacher refused to let me reply.
(She also apologized profusely after the bell rang and the students vacated the classroom).

Thursday, when I returned to Portail Rouge to school more chillun, the Assistant Principal approached me and assured me that each of the students responsible for the "inappropriate behavior" had been sentenced to a lengthy detention. And that I should not hesitate to report this type of behavior should I ever encounter it again. And that this type of behavior is rare, so to please not worry (as if the kids' behavior would drive me away from my teaching job).

I graciously accepted his regrets and decided not to admit the part about how the kids' "inappropriate behavior" had made for, quite possibly, one of my favorite classes thus far (by virtue of the pure ridiculousness they had demonstrated). I'm not sure such an admission would be considered "appropriate."