...was like getting a slow, difficult double root canal with no anesthesia.

The part of every student brain containing a milliliter of Spanish knowledge was evidently sucked out by an alien substitute. I felt like the teacher on Ferris Bueller.

I yelled "Echo!" into the class from the front of the room and heard it reverberate back through the hollow openings in each teenage cranium.

Speaking of substitutes (Kurt, you will appreciate this one) the sub they gave me is this lady that is almost as tall as a miniature pony and who is a bit quirky. Let's just say that she likes wearing her old military uniform to work and leave it at that.

What I could understand of the notes went like this "First period was extremely (something illegible) murfled? and (something else) tankerivtous?" And so on and so on. So basically nothing was accomplished. Joy.

My students did act like they were glad to have me back which made me feel good. One class had made me a big ole card with hearts with their names and Get Well Soon in Spanish.

Awwwwwww.