I'll get back to the sad dog poem tomorrow I swear, but tonight I had Spanish class. It's like I never took the subject before, like I've never spoken English before. I sit there my third time through with a slack jaw lack of understanding. Just hoping he won't ask my anything. Not only do I not know that answers I'm never even sure what I don't know the answers to. He says the same things over and over hello, how are you, where are you from, what are you wearing, and I hear nothing. This is my hell. Fuck.