French lessons

I had a French teacher in college who was late to class every day. She'd wander in, her hair flying in all directions, her oxford shoes untied, her sweater covered with dog hair.
It seems she drove her beat up station wagon through town picking up stray dogs. Sometimes her car was a riot of unruly dogs tearing into 50 pound bags of dog food she kept there.
She was so distracted she almost never seemed to remember why she'd come to class. But she seemed to be well-meaning.
I lasted 6 weeks and I'm not even sure she spoke French. I know I don't.