Spanish 101 - True Story

Alright, everytime I go out partying I tell the same stories over and over again, so I am going to keep these stories alive via this blog. Anyway, this is my story of Spanish class freshman year of college.

This is the setup: Syracuse sends you a pre-teset before you actually are enrolled in Spanish before your frosh year to see your level of comprehension and ability. So, even though I took 4 years of Spanish in high school, I skipped out on this test and signed up for Spanish 101. I roll into Spanish 101 where, on the first day, they give you another comprehension test. And, you are supposed to list your Spanish experience as well. I figure I'm safe in Spanish 101, so I ace the test and list that I took four years of Spanish in high school. So the professor, AS SOON AS I HAND IN MY TEST, she reviews it and says I should be in Spanish 3 and at the very least Spanish 2, but I could not stay in the class that I was in now.

So what happens next? I go to the Spanish office and they state to me: "Oh, it's your lucky day, we have an open Spanish 2 class that you can enroll in - 8am, Mon-Thur". So, I realize 8am is early, but I used to be up way earlier for high school, so I figure what the hell, I might as well try it.

Bottom Line: BAD IDEA. And by bad idea, I mean maybe the worst idea since Members Only jackets.

So the first day I am supposed to go two things occur:
1. I break my alarm clock trying to hit the snooze button
2. I realize that a normal person should not be up this early during his or her tenure in college

Thankfully, I found a solution to my issue, and this is what it was:
My friend Lian would wake me up around 7:40, I would then roll out of bed, fully clothed with backpack already packed and on my back, brush my teeth, and walk with Lian to class. Now, that is only the first part of solving the problem.

The next part was dealing with my inability to function at that time of the day. So what I did was I promised the professor, who by the way was very nice, that I would never miss a class all semester. Remember this class is at 8am, Monday through Thursday all semester. That is like 60 classes total or something crazy. So, in return for me never missing a class, and assuming my grades were good, the professor would only call on me when it was an absolute must.

It was a perfect marriage. I would come down from The Mount, on time, and I never missed a class. I would sit in the corner and not take off my backpack and nod in and out of consciousness. This continued for the whole semester and I got an A and, no, I am not making this up.

Good times.