When we read the piece, Me talk pretty one day in Lang this week I remember being able to draw parallels between Sedaris's experience in his French class and my own in my freshman year Spanish class. Obviously, nothing as insane as sticking a pencil in my classmate's eye but Senora Tucker was a interesting teacher to say the least.
I remember freshman year when I forgot to submit an assignment for the first time in her class. As a naive 14-year-old all I expected from Senora Tucker was a smile and an "it's okay" since that was what I had gotten used to in middle school. Instead, she yelled at me for and told me that she wouldn't give me credit and that I would have a big fat 0 in my gradebook for the rest of the year. Later on in the year I remember being forced to complete an in-class speaking assignment where we would respond to a series of random prompts to her choosing. I had a pretty good grade in her class, so I procrastinated and didn't do any our exercises for the speaking. I ended up getting a 78 on that listening activity and similar to how David was inspired/scared into studying harder for his class I suddenly had the urge to practice my Spanish skills every day. Thankfully second semester my A- turned into an A+: my motivation sparked due to the string of 0s I had received first semester for forgetting to submit an assignment or not doing one at all. Senora Tucker was one of my least favorite teachers at the beginning of the year but by the end of it I found I got speak and understand Spanish so much better than before. Similar to how Sedaris felt he could understand French after undergoing the abuse in his French class I felt I could understand Spanish after having Senora Tucker.
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