my spanish class.

Teaching a language must be hard. Especially if you teach a class who forgot all the vocabulary and grammar rules over the summer.
But if you have the rule of no English, it's your own problem if you have a little trouble enforcing it.

A normal conversation in my class: (If it's in italics, it means it's in Spanish)


A: The answer to the pregunta is twenty uno.
B: I got twenty cuatro.
A: Well you're wrong.
Teacher: ¡Ustedes necesitan hablar español!  
A and B:  Sorry. I mean, lo siento. 

Brief pause. 

A: I still can't believe you're going out with my ex-novio. I am so pissed and enojado at you.
B: Jeez, you're so sensitive!
A: My freaking NOVIO! What were you thinking?
B: He's bonito.
A: This is over. We are no longer amigos.
B: Fine. Adios.

 I don't know about you, but I think it's hilarious how they manage to work in Spanish words while in a heated debate about boyfriends. Just so they don't get in trouble with the teacher. Ha.

Just wanted to share that tidbit with you all.


Adios, amigos. <3 Fi

welcoming the year with sweaty arms

My first day of school was hot, disgusting, and gross. I dressed smart and wore shorts. Applaud me. Please. A breakdown of my day...

7:50am: Homeroom && English. I was in the awkward situation where everyone knows one another but you. Everyone was discussing what they did over the summer. Exotic places they visited. I stayed at home. When I realized there were assigned seats, I gave a huge thank you to nobody in particular.

WhoKnowsWhen: An assembly. In which the entire grade was required to sit through another attack of rules for the school year. No texting in the bathroom. No wearing slutty clothing. No chewing gum and sticking it on the bottom of the desks. No talking in the hallways. No committing suicide in Algebra.

8:56am: Physical Ed. Health. Fitness. Whatever you call it, I have it second period. For the entire duration of 45 minutes, we sat in a sweltering hot gym, listening to an overly peppy teacher explain the new rules. But we weren't fooled. She was sweating too.


9:45am: History. I had one of those moments where you walk into a class, look around, then just scream in your head "OH. SHIT." Yep.