But really? He doesn’t have a clue. “The room grew silent. Victor felt all eyes staring at him. He tried to bluff his way out by making sounds that sounded French. (24)" While this quote might not seem like much, you can see that Victor progressively getting in a worse and worse mental state with each sentence. At first, he notices his surroundings, a symptom of nervousness and anxiety. He feels the pressure of other people’s eyes piercing through him. In desperation, he starts bluffing, “‘La me vave con le grandma,’ he said uncertainly. (24)" long story short, Mr. Bueller found out Victor couldn’t speak French, but only after Victor had to vocalize his horrible mockeries of French sounding noises to the class. The aftermath of this encounter is best explained by Victor’s blush™ and his sweaty palms. “Great rosebushes of red bloomed on Victor’s cheeks. A river of nervous sweat ran down his palms. He felt awful. (25)" Moreover, to add to Victor’s distress, he was certain that Teresa thought he was a dunce, “Teresa sat a few desks away, no doubt thinking he was a fool (25)" His embarrassment engulfs him, “Victor was too weak from failure to join the class. He stared at the board and wished he had taken Spanish, not french. Better yet, he wished he had taken Spanish, not French. Better yet, he wished he could start his life over. (25)" In his life, Victor concluded, “He had never been so