Despite being chased by a large busted woman, I was able to see that at €499, this was vastly overpriced |
It means "tonight, I have not slept well". Note the use of the verb HABER in the first person singular, which tells you it's the Pretérito Perfecto |
Anyway, Ángel told us that's what we were doing and the exam got underway. I won't bore you with the questions, but when we went back the next day we got our marks and I passed with flying colours, in the high 80 per cents. I surprised even myself if it's any consolation, although now my mother-in-law knows that I have a certain degree of the language in my head, she talks to me even more. She delights in watching me squirm when I understand barely two words of her latest statement to me. I'm sure there's a streak of sadism in her. In fact, looking at the delightful crab plate she has on the table in the small lounge alongside the plastic flowers, I'd revise that and say it's more a hint of masochism, but once again I digress, as is my wont.
Black and White |
Glorious Technicolour, but mainly Orange |
She turned up on that first Wednesday wearing the dogs blanket. It was a terrible knitted skirt affair and had loads of patchwork and detailing on it and looked just like it had come from Rover's bed (la cama de Rover!!). Coupled with this she was wearing some patent leather purple clompy boots. They looked like plastic and, well you know me, I'm not one to criticise others, but she looked like scrag end, pretending to be mutton dressed as lamb.
By the end of the photoshoot, Gloria the sheep was begging to be put out of her misery, having lost all her street cred. |
On that first morning, she went through an exercise in which we revised the work we'd done with Ángel. We disagreed with her on one question, but she insisted she was right. We disagreed again, but she again insisted she was right. We soon learned that resistance is futile. She retreated to her worksheet to check the answer once more and we started talking to one another about how the answer should be and why. She got proper angry and started shouting at us to speak only in Spanish whilst we were in that classroom. The mini lecture that followed was akin to being spoken to like we were 5 years old and her sentence terminated with the line, "if you want to speak in your own language, then you can leave the class to go and do it". This was followed by a Death Ray stare that Superman would have been proud to own, but scared of should an enemy use it upon him.
We shut up! Whilst resistance remained futile, several of us broke nervous wind. She reiterated; if we must speak in the class, it should only be in Spanish. I looked at Belinda next to me and whispered "zorra" (Bitch!). She giggled, but in Spanish so she was safe.
The rest of the lesson passed and Thursday's lesson improved a little. The dog had got his blanket back and this time she popped in to work in her pyjama bottoms, but oh boy, does this woman like the sound of her own voice. She would ask questions and when one person started with the answer, she would talk over them and say it herself. She got one answer wrong again (as clarified by the lovely José later - it's so handy living with a Spanish/English teacher!!) and I didn't feel that I was learning anything, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. Then came Friday.
I'm not, for one moment, suggesting that my friend looks like this when she yawns. I'm too attached to my cojones to do that!! |
Who is this woman to treat adults in this way?? I know this issue isn't about me and didn't directly affect me, but it's bullying and intimidation and if she can do it to my lovely friend, she can do it to any of the group. I'm not putting up with it. Who on earth does she think she is and what gives her the right to do this? If José had mocked anyone in his lessons at school, he would have soon been in front of the Principal, and for anyone who is having dirty thoughts at that statement, wash your cerebral cortex out right now!! Plus, I've not really had a hissy fit since I came to Spain and I thought it was about time I refreshed my memory.
As I write this, the class is split. I do think that she is pushing us more than Ángel did and maybe that's no bad thing, although I personally felt I learned a lot with him. I'd certainly like to push her. Shame I moved from Beachy Head! There are people in the class who are going home at the end of lessons and reading the textbook in advance of the next lesson. In fairness to the friend who does this, she finds this helpful, so good for her. Personally, I'm aware that it's María's intimidation of the group that makes her want to do this..........just in case! Good grief, I've even started doing it myself; that's how desperate things are.
I am going back to class on Monday and I'm not going to say anything about my exit unless she asks me, in which case I will tell her the truth, although I'm not quite sure how to say "you get on my tits" in Spanish and José won't tell me as he knows I will use it. As it stands, I've wiped the slate clean because I'm aware that once someone gets on the wrong side of me, it takes a lot to change my mind, so I have to do my best. I've got to try as I'm stuck in a country whose language I don't speak, so I'm kind of reliant on these lessons, but if she starts again, I'll tell her where to stick her verbal conjugations.
There is a potential upside to this. While we may own a School of English, the Head Teacher is a Spaniard who can also teach Spanish. With so many people in my group telling me they don't like our new classroom dictator, I'm sure we can offer a discount to students who come in bulk to us. Find us at Calle de Juan Flórez or on several easy bus routes with the stop right outside our door as seen on our website, www.thenewschoolofenglish.com. Book early!
I don't believe I've mentioned the fact that we own a School of English in La Coruña. Or have I??? |
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