THE LAST LESSON
–Alphonse
Daudet
Franz’s apprehension
Franz was hesitant about going to school that particular morning; not only was he late, he had not even prepared his lesson on participles. Nevertheless, he managed to curb the temptation to miss the class, and hurried off to school.
Bulletin-board at the town hall
Franz came across a crowd in front of the infamous bulletin-board at the town hall. He walked past it wondering what could be the matter. The board was the standard mediator between the public and the government, conveying news, orders and other declarations from Berlin.
Franz was hesitant about going to school that particular morning; not only was he late, he had not even prepared his lesson on participles. Nevertheless, he managed to curb the temptation to miss the class, and hurried off to school.
Bulletin-board at the town hall
Franz came across a crowd in front of the infamous bulletin-board at the town hall. He walked past it wondering what could be the matter. The board was the standard mediator between the public and the government, conveying news, orders and other declarations from Berlin.
The school was unusually silent that morning. The customary commotion at the school – the sounds of opening and closing of desks, of lessons repeated in unison and that of the teacher’s great ruler hitting the table – was replaced by a conspicuous stillness.
The teacher, M. Hamel, was dressed in his best attire, and seemed uncommonly kind even when Franz showed up late for his class. The most surprising of all was the presence of the villagers inside the classroom occupying the usually empty backbenches.
A stunning announcement
M. Hamel announced that an order from Berlin had been received stating that only German was to be taught to students in the schools of Alsace and Lorraine. Hence, it was going to be their last French lesson; a new teacher was to join the next day.
Franz’s realisation
The announcement shocked Franz. Hit by a sudden realisation about how little French he had learnt, Franz regretted missing his lessons and wasting his time in “seeking birds’ eggs, or going sliding on the Saar”. A new fondness for his books as well as for his teacher developed in him. A pang of grief hit him as he understood the reason behind the presence of the elderly in the room: they had come to thank M. Hamel for his forty years of service and also to show “respect for the country that was theirs no more”.
M. Hamel’s speech on the importance of learning French
When asked, Franz was unable to recite the rule for the participle. He felt guilty and genuinely regretted not having read his lesson. But the teacher did not scold him; instead, he expressed his disappointment regarding man’s general inclination towards procrastinating things. He made the audience conscious about the absurdity of not being able to speak or write one’s native language.
M. Hamel also pointed out parents’ and his own fault in sending students on their errands.
The teacher went on to talk about the importance of safeguarding their language, which according to him was the most beautiful language in the world. He explained how one’s language can serve as a ray of hope in times of enslavement and captivity.
M. Hamel’s last lesson
The last day for French in the school started with a grammar session, followed by a writing exercise and a history lesson. The teacher patiently explained the lesson to an extremely attentive audience. Franz, for the first time, seemed to enjoy the lesson taking in every bit of information effortlessly.
Franz’s altered view about French and his teacher
He realised how French was ingrained into the whole environment and how a change in the medium of teaching can hardly eliminate the relation the people had with their native language.
Franz understood the pain of his teacher as he watched him trying to capture every nook and corner of the school in his memories.
“Vive la France!”
The clock struck twelve indicating the end of the last French lecture. Amidst the sounds of the trumpets of the Prussian, M. Hamel’s stood up but, overwhelmed by emotions, failed to say what he wanted to. So, he wrote on the blackboard “Vive la France!” (Long Live France!) and dismissed the class for the final time.
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