Intermediate Spanish is without an ounce of doubt the worst part of my senior year. I took elementary at BC as a sophomore and then I took a year off, which in hindsight was a bad idea. You could say that I’m back to square one. You could also say I’m staring a C+ (by doing C- work) dead in the eye. The only things you’re going to hear out of my mouth in an Intermediate Spanish class are, “I have no idea what you’re saying,” or “Puedo ir al baño?” which is “Can I go to the bathroom?” Will that lead to a low attendance score that counts for 20% of our final grade? My guess is yes.
There is homework due every class, most of which you’re given the answers to and expected to correct yourself in a different color ink. The chafe here is that cheating this system by looking up the answers and pretending to have made mistakes ends up being more difficult than just doing the work like you’re supposed to (not really, but it’s close). In class we’re forced to engage in one-on-one conversations with a compañero (in the form of a random Freshman or Sophomore who speaks Spanish really well) for excruciating periods of time. These little chats consistently turn in to some of the most awkward classroom interactions out there. On top of it all, quizzes/tests are departmental and religiously handed back, so getting your paws on old ones is out of the question.
The (not so) Intermediate Spanish mind fuck is starting to get the better of me and will only continue to do so. Just going to have to survive it. Three classes a week, 50 minutes a class, this semester and next, with only FreeTranslation.com and Eagle's Nest Ana to lean on for help.