my french class - which is suddenly a lot of kids who look like they're from about fourth to sixth grade aged - is taking a field trip.
we're going to something-on-the-green, which is just a quarter of my lawn, with a single decorated brick shoved in the grass.
mademoiselle bourcier sits down on the brick - she's wearing a poufy-ish skirt - and everyone sits down around her. it's vaguely sound of music -esque.
so this one rather unnatractive fifth grade girl with glasses and long dark hair says, "teach me how to kiss. with tongues."
so mlle bourcier pulls her over gently and suddenly my twenty nine year old french teacher is making out with a little kid.
