Mr French

Mr French taught geometry to sophomores. He was a teacher from Pittsfield. He would come every afternoon right after lunch. The first thing he did was pick up a piece of chalk, light a cigarette, throw the match out the window, and start writing on the board. Well one afternoon he was late. Being the goof off that I was (am) I decided to be Mr French. I started imitating him and he walked in. He then wanted to see the imitation. So I asked for a cigarette and some matches. I came in the door, picked up the chalk, lit the cigarette, threw the chalk out the window and started writing with the cigarette. Everyone thought it was pretty funny including him. I thought he was a great guy. If you gave him a dumb or smart answer he would put his hand on his hip, stand a little crooked, and give you this dumb look. he may have even called you an asshole, which you probably were. I can see his face and his stare. What a great guy. One of the best teachers there if not THE best. Where ever you are Gil I hope you’re doing well. I’d take a bullet for you.