Once in Montreal I visited a French high school with my students from South Carolina and met and spent some time with the censeur (notice the word) as he was doing his thing of being an assistant principal. As we walked around the school I observed a palpable sense of fear from the students who passed him.
We have such a person in the high school at my current school, who comes after kids missing from class with a quality that is robotic and threatening and not soft and inquiring. Not that it should be soft, right? Consider the person’s position. He is a censeur, right, a position molded in the France of tens of thousands of Inspector Javerts.