You and your classmates were waiting for the new teacher of French class. You were talking a bit with the students, when a young man came in the class. Brad smirks and pushes him away but, saying: “you look like a substitute teacher…”. The man frowns, and goes to write something on the board: “Mr. Abagnale”

Mr Abagnale: Quiet down, people! My name’s Mr. Abagnale. That’s Abagnale, not Abagnalee, not Abagnaley, but Abagnale!!

He goes slowly at the end of the class, a book in his hands, telling to students to take their seats