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I'm SUUUUUUCH an f'n genius. I go to Spanish and the teacher is talking ninety miles an hour, as usual, so I can't understand anything she says. I request for her to write it on the board and she acts all pissy, but complies. I somehow manage to get English translations out of her, so now I have great notes, but don't know how to pronounce any of the words. So I'm freaking out through the whole period (since we have an oral test on Friday). Suddenly I get a most ingenious idea to receive assistance from a Spanish-speaking person. I look around at lunch, there are none. I walk into my World History class and I remembered Jovanny speaks Spanish! So through the whole class I did my best not to stare at him. I didn't do a very good job, because he kept looking at me. He probably thinks I'm going to pull out a gun and shoot him or something. Then after class he took a long time to put his stuff in his bookbag, but I was too scared to actually ask for help with Spanish. However, Shaquita took care of this and blurted out "Lisa wants to know if you know Spanish." I'm rather frightened of guys in person (which sucks 'cause I do waaaaaay too much flirting online!), so I do my best to scamper off and pretend she didn't mention my name. Unfortunately, Jovanny yelled out my name (guys say my name SO hottly) so I freak out and somehow manage to carry on a conversation about how the teacher sucks ass and I don't understand anything. The good news is, he said he'd help me sometime. This is good. Maybe I won't fail after all.