Spanish Class Homework

Date: 9/8/2024

I was in my high school Spanish class in 2006. I was at my desk as my teacher started her lesson. We each had a homework assignment to complete and present to the class. I knew I was a senior in high school. I knew it was June and very close to the end. I knew I had homework to do but didn’t do it because I figured, “I’ve done everything else. I’m about to graduate. Who cares if I don’t do this assignment? I hope she doesn’t call on me.” The assignment was to practice our Spanish related to plants. It had something to do with taking a walk in a park or a forest and writing in a journal about your trip and all the different flora you saw, entirely in Spanish. “I left my house in the afternoon and went to a beautiful forest full of pine trees. Along the way I saw ivy and dandelions and roses and weeds. The dandelions were tall and yellow…” but all in Spanish. That sort of thing. A few other classmates presented their homework journals. The whole time I was thinking, “Please don’t call on me. I admit I didn’t do the homework. But I’m so close to graduating who cares?” But my Spanish teacher did call on me. And I just explained, with a certain authority I might add, that I didn’t do the homework assignment because I was so close to graduating anyway. My teacher then gave me a bit of a talkin’ to in front of the class. Something about how I should be setting an example for the younger students even though I’m about to graduate. I vaguely remember just looking at her sternly and thinking something to the effect of, “I’m already way, way past this.” I then woke up. Remembering that I’m 36 at the time of this post. And I have to leave for work early today as I have a complex day ahead.