In French Class,

when I was a sophomore in High school, there was a new French teacher. He was really cute, he was the 'It' teacher of the time--short, nice upper body, nice eyes, spoke like 5 languages, and Greek (he was gay as well) He was also young, around 24 or 23. Since he was young, he let other students do whatever they wanted, so no one really respected him and whenever he wanted to "actually teach" something he would get really red and upset because everyone was on their phones, talking to each other, eating, doing their make up, or would simply walk out of class (how come I never walked out? Hmm..) The girls were always really friendly towards him and would even go through his cell, and ask him personal questions. Then one day when he wanted to teach, I was on my phone but I was also paying attention. Then he gave me an ultimatum that if I did not put my phone away, he was going to take it away, and I didn't listen because he always gave out ultimatums to anyone and everyone so, no I never put it away. Then when everyone was talking again, he took my phone and said: "Okay, if you guys don't get quiet and pay attention, Eddie's phone is going to end up with the principal." and it's obvious they did not care so they kept talking. This got me really mad, because I never really caused trouble and he said "Okay, it's going to the office." So, I got up really mad and I said: "Dude, seriously? Man, come on. It's not like they were going to listen. Come on, don't do it." And he said: "No, I told you to put it away." and my response was: "You say that to everyone." and he just turned around and I said "Just because I'm not a girl and a slut like the girls in the front you're going to really take it away? You fucking CUNT." I bolded the c-word because I made an emphasis when I said it, and everyone was like "OOHH." or "Whoa" or "Wow" or "What's cunt? What does that mean?" or simply "Que dijo? Que, que es eso wey?" so I got written up for calling my teacher a fucking cunt--then after the school year ended, we got along really well and always went to his room whenever I "missed" class. All of this came to my mind when I thought about the term "pen pal" and how in my French book, the kids in it were always saying stuff like "le Pen pal de Quebec"