*This post was drafted a while back, but I'm not sure what date it is from. Basically, keep note that Mr. Fahl's birthday is not on April 24...*
As of right now, I am in Spanish 2B in Mr. Fahl's class at Columbia City High School... Mr. Fahl's 70th birthday was actually yesterday, so shout-out to him because this post is going to be mostly about him anyways.
About a week ago, Mr. Fahl (who could not remember my name for his life... but I'll give him a break, he's still putting up with teenagers at 70 years old) learned that I was going to be an exchange student in a Spanish speaking country, thanks to my super good pal Davis Snyder.
While I hated him for telling Mr. Fahl at the time, I'm glad he did it; because Mr. Fahl has been a huge help. I haven't had much time to recently, but he'll go over certain phrases with me and helps me learn a lot of things I may need to know. He's very concerned about me getting to Peru and having absolutely no idea what I'm doing, and I'm very thankful that he is taking his own to help me out so that doesn't happen.
Even though Mr. Fahl has been a great help, he seems to have a lot of fun by putting things in my head; especially during the middle of class. You would think it would be rare to walk into a Spanish class in a small high school, only to find the teacher (that should be retired) talking about how the future foreign exchange student (that happens to be tall and blonde) is gonna stick out like a sore thumb and be harassed by middle aged men... good times. There's probably 35 people in my Spanish class, so you can imagine that being called out as "Little Caroline who's going to Peru" -then followed by who knows what, can be triggering. But it's all in fun, I hope...
Even though I have greatly enjoyed learning Spanish and plan on being fluent by the end of my exchange, it has been a rough ride. It's definitely not my strong point, but my passion for learning it keeps me moving up in the class and in my abilities.
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