French class

Ah French, a language of romance. In my eighth period class, it is apparently a language of idiocy. There are many contributing factors.
One.
This kid named Schuylar (a dude) who likes to put his girlfriend's boot on his head and his head on the floor by sitting up-side-down in his desk.
Two.
A kid named Daulton who never shuts up because he thinks he is cool. He competes with Schuylar to see if they can get the answer (pronouncing them ALL wrong) and pushing and tripping on each other as they run to get textbooks first. This may sound like I am annoyed. BUT IT IS MAD HILARIOUS. Ignorance may be bliss, but to laugh at these fools is heaven!