Do Not Read This Unless You Were In My French Class This Morning

I think I'm in love with a woman in my French class.
Today was my first, four-hour French class - a course I'm taking at work.
Four hours of bland, boring, mind-numbing blandy boringness.
But there's one Indian woman there who makes me giggle uncontrollably, and she made surviving the morning easier.

It was her turn to read some dialogue, and she had some trouble with the pronunciation of "heureuse". Remember, this is a small room with eight quiet, bored students who don't want to talk or even be noticed.

Mia*: What IS that word, anyway?
Reluctant Teacher: It means, "happy".
Mia: It doesn't make me happy (bursts out laughing).
Reluctant Teacher: You seem happy.
Mia: THAT'S BECAUSE I'M DRUNK!

Oh my GOD I laughed so hard.

Other gems:

When we were practicing conversation:

Reluctant Teacher: Does anyone have any questions for Mia?
Mia: No, no questions, s'il vous plait.

When we were demonstrating ways of confirming someone's identification:

Mia: Vous etes blah blah blah?

Okay maybe you had to be there.

*Not her real name. Not to protect her identity, but because I forget her real name. So maybe it's not love, per se. Maybe it's just admiration.