We pause for a note on Bucky's Spanish class

I am now in Spanish 302. Once again it is three ridiculous hours on a Thursday night. And once again, it may be the worst class I've ever taken. This time there are only five of us in the class. Seven signed up and two dropped out after the first class. Two of the people were in the last class. One is an old Chinese woman who is a space cadet and has trouble understanding Spanish. And English. We have a new teacher. An adjunct. I don't know anything about his background, except that he is Cuban and he insists on speaking English. Only his English sucks. He uses words incorrectly. He told the class for our last test that there would be no cultural readings on the test, so no one studied them. Only what he meant to say was there WOULD be cultural readings on the test. The double negative strikes again. He's much easier to understand when he speaks Spanish. Only he won't speak Spanish.

When I speak Spanish, he says, "OK. Say it in English first and then we translate it to Spanish." So then I say it in English and he pauses and then says, "Oh. No. That was correct." And he'll move on to the next person. It's totally insane.

And though we've had a test and several homework assignments, we've yet to get a single grade back on anything he's given us, so no one has any friggin' idea how we're doing in class. Also every class, no matter what country is the topic of our lecture (Ecuador, Bolivia, Argentina), they all go back to the Cuban revolution. And Che. And the movie about Che.

This class is totally insane. And the only thing I can safely say I've learned in the five weeks or so that we've had class, is the personal "a". I'd never been introduced to that concept and now when to put that with the object of the verb makes a LOT more sense. So there's that. Not quite worth $400+, but it's something, I guess.