My Reaction

I looked at my hand, not understanding what had come over me (uh, it's not easy to pick up where I left off after that; normally I would have preferred him to explain, furious of course, why he was calling me a bitch).

"How dare you call me a bitch?"

The principal intervened. "You will go to my office. You two had better calm down. I'll join you there."

"But sir, he called me a..."

"I don't want to know. I don't know how insults are dealt with in France or Canada, but certainly not with **** in Japan."

His tone was cold, and I hung my head, ashamed and angry. He was right. I shouldn't have behaved like that, without respecting the customs of the country. I headed towards his office, hoping I hadn't ruined my studies on the first day.

You could see on the way to the principal's office that I was distraught and on the verge of tears. The secretary gestured for us to go in, and we sat down on two chairs facing the principal's desk.

"I was looking at you. Why did you insult me ​​by calling me a female dog? You were kind enough to show me the knot in my tie. Now I might lose my studies. I have no one if I go back to France. This is all I have for my future. And what will you do if you lose your studies? I shouldn't have hit you, but you surprised me. I thought you wanted to help me."

I looked at the cold, intimidating place, designed to impress students. It worked perfectly on me.

• I don't want to be expelled, I'll do anything to avoid that, he's waiting for an answer from us when he arrives, if you agree I can help you in some subjects and you in others, if you're mad at me for the slap tell me what you want to make it up to me but I don't understand your insult.