Funnily enough there are often other French Drivers at "Tragic School", as they call it. They commiserate with one another and go in search of lunch together, as the classes are often held in out of the way places.
I always sign him up for the Saturday, 8-hour, comedic class. I am told they are sometimes asked to act out examples of how drivers get distracted. The class rises to the occasion, literally, shuffling around making "vroom-vroom" noises with imaginary steering wheel in one hand and finger (imaginary I hope) of other hand inserted in nose. Bad boys every one.
Now I do know that traffic school can be completed on-line. That remains my little secret. Sometimes it's worth the fine to have a whole Saturday to myself!