Monsieur Moreau

Chapter Three: Ruthless He is Indeed

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8AM classes were definitely not what I looked forward to on Monday mornings.

I was NOT a morning person... Especially in Madame Leroy's class.

Madame Leroy, a lonesome woman who dedicated her life to her cats, was an extremely infallible professor.

She never failed to give out assignments on the day everyone struggled on... The day everyone came back from the weekend.

Who even does that? Who gives out assignments on Monday? Couldn't she hand them out on Tuesday? The day in which people won't come into class with a hangover.

"La chimie est bonne pour votre santé," she said. (Chemistry is good for your health.)

Chemistry is good for your health, my ass.

Making my way into the Chemistry building, I noticed the cream walls of the hall had been freshly painted, so much, I could even smell the slightest bit of paint still.

I passed by the janitors who were painting near the middle of the hall, greeting them with a 'good morning' in English. These guys weren't like those rude Parisians. They always appreciated the English speakers.

That's what I loved about them. Not only did they do a fantastic job in remodeling the campus, they never took anything for granted. They were kind to the students as we were kind to them. Everyone loved each other here.

As I got closer to my first class of the day, I braced myself and walked in. Looking around, I saw that Madame Leroy hadn't arrived yet. Coast is clear... for the time being.

College classrooms were not your typical high school classrooms. For one, every room was big and spacious with tables that were long and slightly curved. Tiny little names of previous students were etched onto the polish wood of the tables. It served as a great reminder of how boring Madame Leroy's class was.

I looked around as I sat down in my favorite seat every semester. The seat closest to the door. Surprisingly, everyone who was accounted for were here, especially for it being so early in the morning. It was barely 8AM.

Maybe she'll cancel class today.

As soon as I thought about it, Madame Leroy walked in with an overly exaggerated grin.

"Bonjour classe! Je suis content que vous êtes bien matinal aujourd'hui!" (Good morning class! I'm glad to see you're all up bright and early today!)

Guess not. I swore the other classes could hear our groans a mile away.

This tiny little white-haired lady with glasses grabbed a ruler from the whiteboard and smacked it against her desk. "Dites-donc! Vous voulez réussir mon cours, n'est-ce pas?" (Hey now! You all want to pass my class, right?)

More groans were heard as the students said in a low, uninterested voice. "Oui, Madame Leroy." (Yes, Madame Leroy.)

Madame Leroy clapped her hands saying, "Maintenant, s'il vous plaît allez à la page deux cents soixante-trois de vos livres de Chimie." (Now, please turn to page 263 of your Chemistry books.)

Ugh. Another reason why I hated this class. Obviously, I'm a business major. Where in the world would I need to talk about periodic tables and density and shit?

Never.

That's the thing about universities. Students have to suffer by taking classes that have NOTHING to do with their intended major. Nothing.