First Class of school, WOOT WOOT
Today I have Spanish for the first time, now I have had Spanish in high School but as I am sure everyone does I did not pay attention; When in Venezuela Last Year I half assed it all week, I barely got by on all my pantomimes. The only Word I need to know “Banyo” – Bathroom (on account of my itty bitty bladder). Mother is taking this class as well with me so we are both scared and excited about our new class. We decide to leave early early so we can make sure we get the correct book and find the room with ample time to take a rest after climbing all the freaking stairs. We get our Spanish books and go visit some friends while we blow some time, ohhh it close to time so we go to the room and wait outside it, not wanting to be the first two in the classroom. Five minutes till class people start milling in; we pretend we just got there and go in a get a good seat right up front (we both want to look like we are going to be the best two students this class has ever SEEN).
This is it: we are here, finally we are going to start our first Class of the Semester, wow it’s exciting. The Teacher comes in and starts right away rattling in Spanish, ohh well guess we have to figure out what she is saying no bother this is what it’s all about: learning. Five questions are put on the board getting to know you stuff , well we say our questions incorrectly and think oww well next we should write them down so we can practice them at home . The teacher then passes out the Syllabus and to our surprise the front of it Says Spanish 102. HOLY SHIT I look up and see on the board in big black letter Spanish 101 meeting in next room. OMG how could we have done this how can we be in the wrong class. We are in the harder class this I would be why we don’t understand anything. what have we done, we decide to play it cool and don’t let anyone know , we can Half ass our way through one class and then disappear no one will be the wiser.
All of a sudden the Teacher calls on Mother to change a tense on a verb, Mother give the teacher he patented dear in headlights look and then mumbles some answer. Mother gets close enough , the teacher moves on but we think she might be on to us now. This is horrible we are stuck in class we don’t know anything and we are missing the class we should have been. The teacher makes her way around the room again and gives us a look like we are in trouble. By now everyone at our table is laughing their butts off cause they know we are not supposed to be there. Everyone gets up to write some stuff on the board and Mother finally tells the teacher we are in the wrong class, WHEW. Class finishes and we run out of their as fast as possible, hoping no one says anything.
What a great First day of school Maybe Tomorrow we can go to the correct class.