My school was a boys only grammar school and there were only a few female teachers. When I was in the third year, at the age of about 14, a new French teacher came to the school called Miss Carter. She could only have been in her early 20s and quite a lot of us developed a bit of a crush on her. We would try to act up and get her to keep us behind after school. After getting a few detentions like this, things settled down.
During the Easter holidays there was a week-long trip to France. Thirty of us and three teachers – the two male French teachers and Miss Carter – set off for France. I can’t remember much about the trip. It was quite boring, really – except for the night that Miss Carter was left in charge of us in the hotel while the others went out into town.