I'm teaching two classes in a row in the same classroom. One is Beginner Spanish 1 at 10 am. The other one is Cervantes at 11 am. We are starting our second week. Students keep enrolling, unenrolling, changing their minds, dropping in, dropping out. It will take me at least a couple more weeks to learn everybody's name.
Yesterday, I noticed that a student in the Cervantes class was experiencing distress. As the class progressed, he was getting more and more anxious. The class is pretty intense, though, so I didn't have a chance to concentrate on the unhappy student. Finally, he asked if we could speak outside.
We stepped outside and the student asked me desperately, "Professor, this isn't our Beginner Spanish class, is it? Please tell me I'm in the wrong place."
Imagine how the poor guy felt. He accidentally shows up for class in a later time slot, and what does he see? Suddenly everybody is speaking fluent Spanish. People are leafing through hefty Spanish tomes, laughing, and clearly enjoying themselves. Just last week, he was at the same level as everybody else, and now he's hopelessly behind.
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