It's alright. One of these days I'm going to write a comedy sketch about that silly course and my tutor.
We all had to sit there whilst she drew pictures of religious buildings on a whiteboard.
"What is this?"
(Rectangle with triangle on top and cross in the middle.)
"It is a church. It is for Christians." We all chanted in unison.
Another rectangle with a dome on top and a crescent.
"It is a mosque. It is for Muslims." we all sang again like six year olds.
At this point, she lost her way and couldn't decide what a synagogue looked like or whether or not the Star of David was the proper symbol so just bluffed it and said,
"Some people are Jewish."
Then, like an idiot, I opened my my mouth to say, "There are also Hindu and Sikh and not maybe very many but Buddhist people and...I know Vietnamese and..."
"DOES NOT EXIST IN FRANCE. WE ARE ALL LAIC."
At this point, the very moderate Muslim woman who had previously been asked by dear tutor, "What would happen if your children ate sweets with pig gelatin offered by friends at school?" and had replied very meekly, "It doesn't really matter. Things happen."
Well, she kind of lost it and said, "You wear a lot of bracelets." Kind of leaving the implication hanging in the air.
Dear tutor believed in crystal healing and had every kind of rock either up her arms or round her neck.
It was just comedy really. You couldn't enter into a debate about the rights and wrongs of the French constitution or the division of church and state because she was just a daft banana.
She gave up tutoring halfway through our three month course and went on to doing some kind of, "Your ancestors are all to blame" private therapy. Not exactly past life regression but close.
We all just sat there pretending to redo our CVs on Canva for the last few weeks overseen by somebody else.