mon francaise professor

as he was addressing us
he began to fumble for a marker to make his point on the board
his hand moving on the table and in his sac
a short moment that seemed an eternity
then he found it and it fell under the table and rolled

je regarde il
he seemed like an old man searching for his marker
endearingly pathetic and goofy
though he's not that old and he doesn't look french

he picked it up
he wrote something on the board

i was smoking during les paux
when his face appeared out of the blue much like how hm had taken me by surprise 2 days before
anyway he said something about say gar yart (cigarette) and something else which he tried to illustrate by pointing to his head
so my teacher repeated that with different emphasis each time pointing to my fag and his head, enunciating the words
and my eyes got wider as i tried to make sense from his mouth to his hand
then he said in anglais- " cigarettes help you think"
started away, then turned around and said "" i hope it helps you think in french"
hahas
how unfortunate, it was supposed to be a smart line
if i had understood instantly and he didn't have to repeat