The Miracle Worker: Learning Spanish All Over Again

I failed to mention that I started taking Spanish classes at an Institute last week, during the height of my illness. My first day, I was asked to take an exam, or a sort of placement test. Of course, the first thing you do when you receive an exam is flip through it to see how many pages it is. The exam was eight pages and I calculated, would take me about two hours to finish. About an hour into the exam, I realized I was on the verge of passing out. That´s it, I was done. I spent ten more mintures racing through the exam completing what I could. After turning in the exam, I was asked to come in the following day at 11:00am.

I never took the short bus to school when I was a kid, but I always wondered what it would be like. Supposedly, I was going to be in a class with three or four other students. But on my second day, I sat in the classroom alone. It seems that in my haste to finish the exam and get home, I had placed myself into some sort of remedial class, with just one person -- Jimmy. After a couple of classes though, I can already see some improvement. When the instructor placed my hands under running water, I splashed it all over my face and shouted "AGUA!"

I have a good feeling about this instructor and hope that one day, god willing, I will speak Spanish.

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