Thirty days to Enlightenment

I became a Spanish teacher today. No, really...I did. Well, sort of. I am covering the classroom as a substitute teacher for a high school class of Spanish students. Yes, me, Mr. Sometimey-Spanish. Sure, I got A's in Spanish class in high school, but I've skated by on a very crude understanding of the language ever since, often drifting in and out of being able to form intelligible sentences depending on my necessity to use the language. I always promise myself that I'm going to practice and make dramatic improvements but it has yet to happen.

I've never tried teaching Spanish though. Perhaps that is the key to my getting over the proverbial "chepa". I would've thought this a ridiculous plan for improving my Spanish language skills, but desperate times indeed call for desperate measures. Stay tuned for the next 30 days as I chronicle this experience and please do wish me luck. Well, I'll wish myself luck because I'm not convinced that anybody reads this except for me.