The Spanish Revolution

In our school, Spanish class is probably one of the best in terms of temperature. However, if you compare that to the boredom you feel after hearing the same joke about it being the teacher’s birthday every single day, you look at your handy pair of scissors in a different way. Suicide jokes aside, the class is usually comatose by the middle of the period, some even refusing to work or even listen. It was not always this way. In the beginning of the school year, the jokes were not old and the anecdotes about the fabled ‘Antoinette’ made the class seem even somewhat entertaining. I am not, in any way, claiming that the classes were greatly thought of by the students, but the mental torture seemed lessened in this class.

Could we have been more wrong? Well, we could have, but we would be hard-pressed to have been more wrong. Moving on to the central point of this entry: I always wondered how it would be if our charismatic (sarcasm) teacher missed a class and someone replaced him. Hallelujah, it occurred.

Today, at the second period, our Spanish teacher was replaced, and we were spared the moronic jestings and the now infernal sound of Bryan Adams ( I have nothing against him as a singer) singing ‘Mira mis ojos’ ( look into my eyes). This silence was the angelic chorus that accompanied us as we left the class without having to wake ourselves up with adrenaline shots. Why was this day so different? Here is why: We did our work, all of us together (32 students in a class) and then were allowed to do pretty much anything. The pseudo ethics teacher was substituting and he told us a lot about global conspiracies/conflicts. This may sound boring, but compared to a real Spanish class, it was tolerable (since school can’t be anything more than tolerable).

That’s all for now; Keep following for more updates on the wacky antics of an underfunded French-Canadian public school.

Lime

English version of Everything I do, I do it for you

Now the equally catchy if not more Spanish version. Ugh, we have to memorize it, analyze it, basically swallow it whole and try to shit it back out lest it permanently affects us.


Oh, by the way, this is the first post by Lime. He/she/it will be stepping in occasionally to relieve me of the burden of writing something entertaining to liven up your pathetic lives.
(for an extra laugh, read 9 devastating insults from around the world at cracked.com)