I have a new French teacher. She is about as different from my last teacher as possible. My last teacher, Monsieur George, (now read that again and this time with a French accent!) was from Romania. He has a PhD in Philosophy, il est tres intellegent. He is what I would refer to as an absent minded professor. Brilliant! Scattered! Slightly awkward. He was a good teacher for me because I think linearly. Is that a word? I could follow him in the book! He focused a lot on grammar and conjugations and wrote everything on the board for us to note if we wanted. He was covered with chalk dust by the end of the class and occasionally got frazzled because he had so much in his head that he wanted to get out. I enjoyed his class and hopefully I learned some French.
I think between Madame Trés Chic and Monsieur Absent Minded Professor I might just learn some French. If I'm lucky maybe I'll learn how to dress too!