French Class

I have discovered that my school is actually a Kingdom.
My french teacher is the Queen.

Which makes french class no longer a class.
It is an experience. A voyage. An odyssey.
We are not students, we are humble servants of Madame Gruwell.
Sammee and I, however, are ladies in waiting. Our duty is to entertain Queen Gruwell. She has even graced us with her presence outside of her castle. She sat with us in the royal garden. She is kind to those who serve her well, and occasionally gives us gifts for our loyal service. On good days she even joins us in our songs.
Long live Queen Gruwell!
Long live the French Kingdom!