@Christ4Ever -- I had to lol at your comments about your Spanish. Sounds like she Couldn't fail you. But you Had to take it for all 4 years -- that was a requirement? Surely you didn't upset her on Purpose.
When I was in high school a person had to take Latin in order to try to get into nursing. And, of course, Latin was Greek mythology. And we were supposed to try to learn Latin and the Greek mythology I never Could get into. I was horrible and was able to drop it after 6 weeks. My Mom and sister were both nurses and I wanted to Try to do the same, I really liked hospitals at the time. Well -- decided that a course in Medical terminology was be helpful. That's where a person Really gets in to Latin. But in the medical context, it was interesting. And I finally Did understand the 'root' part of those big medical words. Enjoyed it but never did anything more with it. that was usually tied in to transcription, and That is 'another story'.
My husband had to take Greek in Bible college -- the 1st try he flunked really bad. He handed in the one of the exams and said "it's Greek to me". The second try went much better.
At the time I attended school, we had two choices for a language, Spanish or French. I thought Spanish would be an easy "A" since I talked it at home! Little did I know what was in store for me!!! This teacher is one of the few names that I remember from those days. Not an easy one to remember either "Mrs. Rubinski" :smile: It really came down to my lack of respect by talking back to her, on why she failed me for those 3 years. Thinking I was all that, I raised my hand to answer a question she had posed to the class. I do believe I answered it correctly, but her response instead of acknowledging my fluidity in Spanish, I received a totally unexpected response of "You speak Spanish improperly. If you were to go to Spain they wouldn't understand you." Grrrrrrrr At least that is how I felt upon hearing her words. So, being the know it all/thick headed youngin I was, answered "You come down to my neighborhood and say that!". And so began my 3 years of Spanish 1. The only year I passed was, the final one, when she wasn't my teacher, and they had to use the French teacher for Spanish!!! I of course was the teachers pet that year!!
As a side note for my teacher Mrs. Rubinski. Years later I was stationed in Spain for 4 years and had no issue communicating with the locals! :smile:
Love your husband's response of "It's Greek to me"!!! hahahahaha! A man after my own heart!
With the Love of Christ Jesus.
YBIC
Nick
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I'm LOL at your post. You sound So Much like my husband would have. Teachers just Love students with ATTITUDE. -- love your description of yourself.
What I Have heard is that it's something like speaking English -- depending on the geographic area a person is in And the country. English can sound very different -- with a southern accent -- a Northern accent. In England or the U.S.
When we were first down here , I thought that 'Tyler and Taylor' were the same town -- Taylor with a very southern accent. Then someone said that they were different towns.
Hmmm , a French teacher for Spanish class -- That must have been Interesting.
Then again -- some years ago -- there was a summer school class for some upper level of Math. The teacher who was Supposed to teach it -- all of a sudden Couldn't. So -- a teacher with Some math background had to come in -- but it was a level Beyond where she'd ever taught. So -- she was Learning Just before she Taught. Every week. She was a 'quick study' but her one daughter who was pretty good with higher math, was helping her learn before she taught..
I think that your "Mrs. Rubinski" was My "Miss Watts". My thorn in my side was Math.
When I was a few years out of High school, I wanted to go to Bible college in a far away state where my sister and her husband were. And I thought -- having grown up in a Bible=teaching church how hard could Old Testament and New Testament Survey course be. And I found out that college level courses were a BIT different from high school and/ or my reading at my own pase. Never did learn speed reading and my grades showed it. And the course - The History of Western Civilization -- I wondered Who on earth ever thought up some of those courses. Now -- my husband and son Both had to take that same course -- and, of course, my Son Enjoyed it. And my husband would read at the last minute and get good grades, And Their reaction to Me was 'what was so hard about it'. Ya know - there are times when you'd just Love to 'punch' someone.
Anyway -- 'this' has been interest/ fun.
It really came down to my lack of respect by talking back to her, on why she failed me for those 3 years. Thinking I was all that, I raised my hand to answer a question she had posed to the class. I do believe I answered it correctly, but her response instead of acknowledging my fluidity in Spanish, I received a totally unexpected response of "You speak Spanish improperly. If you were to go to Spain they wouldn't understand you." Grrrrrrrr At least that is how I felt upon hearing her words. So, being the know it all/thick headed youngin I was, answered "You come down to my neighborhood and say that!". And so began my 3 years of Spanish 1. The only year I passed was, the final one, when she wasn't my teacher, and they had to use the French teacher for Spanish!!! I of course was the teachers pet that year!! 
