From Sr. Kindergarten till grade 8, I had the same French teacher. 9 years of Monsieur Guillon. It was fucked, he'd be teaching grades 1-3, then I'd get to grade 4 and he'd teach 4-6, then 7 and 8. Not once in 9 years, to my knowledge, can I remember him trying to teach us to conjugate a verb. All we'd do every day was to get the "Mot Cache" which was just a word search he'd get outta the french newspaper and photocopy.
By about grade 3, I realized he never marked our "work", so you could just throw hella circles on your Mot Cache in 2 minutes, and then the rest of the class was your oyster. After that, French class was my favourite of all. Monsieur Guillon would leave the class, sometimes up to 20 minutes at a time, and monster eraser wars would erupt. Even straight laced nerd ladies were getting in on it. The golden age arrived when this dude Steve found a Le Kit completely full of pink pearls that some heathen had stashed away.
I think the principal kept Monsieur Guillon on cause he had this school trip to France every year. Except the last year I was in his class, he embezzled all the dumb kids trip money, so they finally gave him the boot.