First Spanish class = win.

(It was expected, though. Nat had this class yesterday.)

We had a substitute teacher! The main teacher is coaching soccer and will be starting next week. In the meantime, we could get started—if we had the right book! We didn't. There was a typo that made everybody buy the wrong book.

So he handed out the syllabus, and then we took it in turns to stand up and say, "¡Hola! Mi nombre es… [Maggie]. Soy de… [hometown/state]." It was riveting. Oh, and our assignment was to write our names on the piece of paper at the front of the class. He advised us to learn the alphabet, too.