One time in the 6th grade, we had a break and while I was running to my friends, I kicked a HUGE rock. Without thinking, I shouted at the top of my lungs “C’est DOMMAGE!” And with my God-awful-luck, my French teacher was sitting at the bench right BESIDE ME. He took me inside of the school and instead of yelling, he just couldn’t stop laughing and said, “Garçon terrible!” Then he sent me back outside with a candy bar. He is still my favorite teacher I’ve ever had.