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SEPTEMBER 1ST

I attended an all-boys school.

And I think that studying with girls would bring a new dynamic

that's detrimental to education. With girls in the same school,

boys will try to act a little more civilized.

Girls will try to be more sophisticated than they are.

I prefer an all-girls school. When it's mixed, it's not as good.

I don't believe in mixing boys and girls.

Gérard! We already have customers.

Here, put it over there.

When will you be back?

Same as Jean-Pierre. I'll be back as soon as I can.

Look how handsome he is!

You look like a young man who's about to graduate.

I'm working on it.

Ready?

Stay with your brother.

Don't worry.

And keep a low profile.

Have a nice day, kids!

I hope your friends are nice.

Don't talk to my friends.

Mom and Dad let you go to this school,

but as of now, we're not siblings anymore.

-Jean-Pierre... -We don't know each other.

I would've preferred to go to an all-girls school.

You don't need school to work at the butcher's.

Excuse me. Sorry, sorry.

So... this is it!

The big day! The girls are coming!

So, it's for real?

Girls are really coming?

-For real? -Yes!

It was decided over the summer. It's crazy.

We're the first to do it.

-How many? -Think they'll be pretty?

Good to see you.

-What's up? -Your hair's long.

Yeah, English girls love it.

How many girls?

Eleven, I think. They're all in second year.

This should be interesting!

Mr. Bellanger, 38 students per class. Can you imagine?

I know it's a lot.

It's not a lot, it's too much!

Classes are overcrowded everywhere!

So, what? Do all French girls need to go to high school now?

Paul!

Let me introduce you to Miss Couret, our new English teacher.

Mr. Douillard is our Latin teacher,

and Mr. Bellanger is the student dean.

-Hello. -Nice to meet you.

Sir, there are four girls in my class.

They need a school to graduate from.

Boys want to graduate too!

They can't do that with girls distracting them.

Okay, I'll leave you to it.

If you would be so kind as to show Miss Couret around.

Yes, of course.

Against one who denies the principles, there can be no debate.

Okay...

So you're the infamous and formidable student dean.

We never forget our deans.

I remember mine from when I was in high school.

No one dared step out of line. She was very tough.

Know what her name was?

-No. -Mrs. Flinty.

It's true! Sorry.

Sorry.

I leave things everywhere, then forget where they are!

That's silly, isn't it?

My wife is a nurse.

Okay.

I mean, she's the school nurse.

-I'll introduce you. -I'd like that.

Gentlemen. Let's go!

Morning, gentlemen.

I hear they're good at philosophy...

And history...

And languages too.

Think that includes dead languages?

Think they have breasts yet?

This is it! The first one just arrived.

Here we go.

It's just her.

-It's the butcher's daughter. -We're neighbors.

Go talk to her then.

She seems nice.

So did Eve.

-Poor girl. -No one forced her to be here.

The new girl is not bad.

She's cute.

Poor girl!

Are they just going to stare stonily at each other?

I hope the boys will welcome them.

Hopefully, they're not pregnant by Christmas.

I'm joking.

I was joking, sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

SECOND YEAR MRS. GIRAUD

There aren't even 20 of us.

I thought I was the only girl.

I waited for you to come in.

-I'm Simone. -Michèle.

It feels like everyone's staring.

They are.

How was your summer, Dupin?

Who cares? Every day is summer now.

Hey, is that Pichon?

Hey, Piggy-Pichon, come say hello.

-Go see your girlfriends. -Pichon!

Hey, Pichon.

I wish I went to another school.

They shouldn't be here.

They shouldn't be here.

Did you bring a smock?

-It's in my bag. -Same.

I won't wear it if they don't ask.

Are you wearing heels?

My mom didn't say anything.

Hopefully, the teachers won't either.

Are we in the same class?

-I don't know. -Let's check.

What about the girls?

I have three sisters, I can still read.

He's lost his mind.

Do you know the other girls?

Three were in my elective class, but we're not friends.

-Did you go to Catholic school? -I was in Algiers.

I got here a month ago. I don't know anyone.

There's a boy coming. Don't move.

Oh, no.

What's wrong?

My homeroom teacher... is Bluebeard.

I can't believe this.

Piggy is the first to talk to them.

Don't worry. I don't think you...

I'm not interested in them.

Do you know her?

Yes... they do have breasts.

My friends, let the party begin.

Go ahead, Paul.

Welcome to Voltaire High School.

The next three years will shape the rest of your lives.

In 40 years, you'll still remember some of your teachers.

Some of your essays in philosophy will remain etched in memory.

Some of the students around you here today

will become lifelong friends.

Before I let you go with your homeroom teachers,

I'd like to remind you that this year, we're welcoming girls to this school.

Gentlemen, I expect you to...

to be as polite, respectful,

magnanimous and dignified as I know you can...

when on your best behavior.

He's smiling, but he doesn't look very relaxed.

Bellanger? There's no chance.

He wanted to become a priest.

Happy first day!

Five years in a seminary. So imagine having girls here...

I'm calling second year students, class one.

-Is that Bluebeard? -Applebaum, Daniel...

I thought Bluebeard was a man.

I thought Bluebeard had a beard.

Belkacem, Ahmed...

Morning, miss.

Look, Pichon is about to pee his pants.

I am Mrs. Giraud, your homeroom teacher.

What's your name, miss?

Annick Sabiani.

Where do you think you are, Miss Sabiani?

Do you think it's okay to sit next to a boy?

Get your things.

No. You.

-Get up, go sit at the back. -But I can't see from there.

Back row, now.

It's not your day, Piggy.

Quiet! As I was saying...

Mrs. Giraud,

with a "D" as in "discipline."

Did you hear my speech? I'm stuttering again.

You haven't stuttered in years.

Damn curtain rod that won't hold.

Now the girls will have this great screen to hide from the prying eyes of sick boys.

Unless it's the boys who want to hide.

Does the principal know

that you disapprove of his brilliant idea?

-There you are. -Sir.

Who can tell me what this means?

Did he write "domum deducunt"?

Well? Anyone?

-Yes? -I think she has raised her hand.

Indeed. So?

"The Romans welcome Horatio

"with joy and congratulations

"and escort him to his house."

The Romans "cheer" Horatio.

Can you conjugate the verb "ovare"?

Subjunctive form...

Give me that.

Give it to me.

-Think this is funny? -It wasn't me.