Don’t Correct Your English Teacher

So yesterday, just chilling in my English class (which I always feel awkward in, because if my teacher is wrong, or I think she’s wrong, I never really know if I should correct her, but I learned that it should be never yesterday), when my English teacher starts saying “to legitimate” (which really no one says, I didn’t even think it was right, turns out it was) so I raise my hand and say (politely keep in mind) “I think it’s to legitimize” and her response is this “well, I was right yesterday (I thought ice floes was spelt ice flows), so that means I’m right today.” I really wanted to say something about how impeccable her logic was, or ask her if she wanted a cookie, but I kept those thoughts to myself. So I thought everything was cool, but the rest of class was kind of awkward. Then, right before my next class, I get told I need to go see the Proviseur (aka principal). Turns out my teacher had told him what happened, so he freaked out and yelled at me and this was basically the extent of what he said (which was in French, so I didn’t understand all of it) “it’s not your place to correct your teacher, you speak American and she speaks English. If our school system doesn’t convenience you, I can show you the door.” So I kind of tried to explain that I was just trying to help, but basically I just said sorry. I really wouldn’t have cared if she had just come and talked to me and been like “hey, don’t correct me” (especially because at the beginning she said “oh you’ll be a great help this year”). So anyways, I went to her later and said sorry, so everything should be fine.

But overall yesterday wasn’t all bad. I played volleyball at lunch with some kids so that was fun (they are all really good), and today I went to try to visit St. Chapelle (a cathedral by Notre Dame) but I missed the last entrance by seriously a minute. I then walked around Notre Dame (which I hadn’t before) and found that there’s a really sweet park around back of it, with extremely pretty views of both the cathedral and the Seine). I walked around there for a while, took pictures, got a baguette, and sat and read The Brother’s Karamazov. It started raining so I just under a tree sat and listened to some music, and it was pretty relaxing. Oh, I also visited the Deportation Memorial (for those deported to concentration camps by the Nazis) and it was really well put together and powerful. That is all.

Brent