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I take Spanish lessons for 2 hours 3 times a week. It’s pretty good I am in a class with mainly Muslim ladies from Morocco. I enjoy the challenge of learning a new language although it is taking me forever.
Anyway this morning we had a written test, I hate tests and this one was particularly difficult because I had forgotten we were having it and hadn’t done any preparation.
Basically it was irregular Spanish verbs, there are about 6 different ways you can write each verb.
So we sit down to do the test and my teacher is sitting talking to a new girl who hasn’t got to do it. I am struggling, my mind has gone blank (well not blank, there was nothing there in the first place) everyone is quiet except my teacher who is chatting away loudly to the new girl. I am just stirring at the paper thinking that once again I am going to look like the class dunce!
Then I noticed a work book sitting on the table next to me and I remember that all the verbs we are being asked to write out for our test are in that book on page 34, the work book started to speak to me.
It said “go on Brian just have a shady look, you know you want to, she’s talking, she’ll never notice, I have the answers, you want them, you know you want them, come and get them!!!” The book continued to speak seductively to me, it started gently at first but the voice got stronger, firmer more persuasive to the point were it was unbearable.
So I had a quick look around the class, everyone had their heads down doing the test and my teacher was still sitting with her back to me talking to the new girl. That’s when I broke, I could take it no more, oh the joy of a perfect result, this thought and the voice of the book beckoned me on. One long illicit glance into the dark pleasures of my level 1 Spanish book and I would be a happy man. So without hesitation I opened the book slightly to look at all the answers!
The moment I did this I noticed an atmospheric change in the room, silence in the class, I looked up and my teacher was stirring straight at me!! She just kept stirring, long and hard with a look of hurt and annoyance in her eyes and then she said “trampa” which when I asked Tracy about later means “cheat”. ( At first I thought she was calling me a dirty tramp or even a trampoline, which is why I need more lessons)
I felt dreadful, I became 14 again, I cheated at a test. The book seduced me and I ended up looking more of a fool than I would have done by just failing the test.
What’s worse is my Spanish teacher forgave me and told me she would give me another chance to do it on Monday.