!Come mis pantalones cortos!

While a high school setting isn't good for any kind of learning, I do appreciate the effort some people put into making their classes interesting. Watching Jack teach his Spanish I class yesterday, it was made clear to me how much it sucks to have to teach twenty different people at once. While he had a pretty creative lesson plan, it seemed like it would be much better suited to teaching one person, rather than a group.
The storytelling method works very well for teaching a language, like you teach a child to speak. But trying to get everyone interested is a different thing entirely.
It was actually kinda special because I've never taken a spanish class and yet I was probly in the top five best spanish-speakers in the class.
Near the end of the day it was starting to get a little depressing...
It felt like I was back in Citrus High school between the knowing more than most people in the class, the invisibility in the hallways, even the ability to say anything in the middle of a class and have absolutely no one react to it (I had fun when I learned I could do that).
Lunch was rather frustrating because there were a lot of administrators, a lot more obnoxious students and my name wasn't even in the computers anymore so I had to wait until she had served everyone else in the line and THEN she took my name and my money and as soon as I sat down, they started dismissing us back to class.
I HATE THAT SCHOOL!
The Spanish class was cool. I'm just REALLY happy that I can learn this on my own. One of the things about ADD was that they usually had trouble learning languages. And I was surprised at that. Finally something I'm good at that I won't lose my ability for when I'm not "sick" anymore.
I spent the end of the day drawing... Actually, I spent most of the day drawing. I looked up every now and then to give an answer when no one else could remember that hijo means "son". Then I talked to some of the people in the classes. Mary Anne was cool. And I talked to Jason Hebert again. He's so much fun to watch. There was a kid in fourth block that was really smart, but I never talked to him. And another one that sat across the room from me and we glanced at each other a few times but he never really talked to me either. I kinda went back to my default of choosing one or two people in the class and trying to telepathically make them come sit by me during "free time", but apparently I've yet to master that skill.
It felt really good though, to know that I was never going back to that school, and I technically could have left anytime I wanted to, since I was a visitor. I wandered around the hallways during second block just because I could and I didn't have to duck out of the way of teachers to do it. But when I didn't see anyone I knew I went back to Jack's class and drew Bart Simpson on the board writing on his little animated board. There was a slight dillema over how to say "I will not call the principal Spanky" in spanish, but eventually we figured it out.