This class is an absolute phony excuse for a Spanish class. It's a terrible class, no matter how you look at it. Those poor Latinos and other native Spanish speakers probably don't even know what we're even trying to say. I really do think that I could learn more from Ackley than I could from this 'class'. I really do. I simply can not get through this class. I have to admit it. If I can't find another way out of there, I will lie my way out.
This pain in the ass class doesn't even teach us more than, say, reading a Mexican restaurant's takeout menu. I don't know, I guess you could say that Español 3 Honores is the reason that I'm here today. I just simply couldn't put myself through such a depressing hour and a half one more time. And, to make matters worse, the entire class is filled with phonies. I am surrounded by phonies. Left, right, and center, you see these goddamn people that simply remind me of Ackley. I don't know why this class drives me so mad. I really don't. But I just can't help it. It just kills me.
This phony class with all its phony homework. I mean, I guess it's pretty fun, in a way, if you count depression as one of your favorite sports. That's all I'm going to tell you about. I could go on for hours, or perhaps even as long as a book, but let's just leave it at that because I just don't feel like it anymore.