My Continuing Misadventures In The Romance Languages
Today we were learning how to do three and four didgit numbers in Spanish. I picked the wrong time to make a sardonic "are you shitting me" hand guesture and got it mistakenly identified as a hand-raise, so I had to attempt to translate "1525".
So I'm staring at the blackboard, and I get the "one thousand five hundred" part right...and I just blank. For some reason, I can't remember the Spanish for twenty-freaking-five.
What I can remember and, in fact, is the only thing I can think of at the moment, however, is my high school French.
So this is what ends up happening.
Me: "Mil quinicentos...uh...uh...*mumbles*...vingt-cinq."
TA: "That's gotta be the funniest thing I've heard all day."
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I switched languages exactly halfway thru the number.
At least Alex is fluent enough in French that he realized what had happened rather than I was just...really screwing up the second part of the number.
Mom always said I was a special child.
So I'm staring at the blackboard, and I get the "one thousand five hundred" part right...and I just blank. For some reason, I can't remember the Spanish for twenty-freaking-five.
What I can remember and, in fact, is the only thing I can think of at the moment, however, is my high school French.
So this is what ends up happening.
Me: "Mil quinicentos...uh...uh...*mumbles*...vingt-cinq."
TA: "That's gotta be the funniest thing I've heard all day."
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I switched languages exactly halfway thru the number.
At least Alex is fluent enough in French that he realized what had happened rather than I was just...really screwing up the second part of the number.
Mom always said I was a special child.