I am sorry Ms Kelly

I had a brief moment of nostalgia lately. I recalled my French teacher at GCSE. Ms Kelly Who as a young 20 something was charged with teaching me French. I recalled an incident where I had written Mower les Grass or something, at the end of a worksheet. She had complained to a senior member of staff. He told me off. I had forgotten the context. I had basically let myself be used as a catspaw for someone else to raise havoc in her class. I was bored and it seemed fun. So she probably loathed me. Which I now realise she was correct to do so