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I drive a foreign car, it’s no big deal.


A funny thing happened in my Spanish class today.  It was all normal until 35 minutes into a lesson on formulating sentences, in trying to conjugate the verb ‘correr’ (‘to run’), the Wild Card of the class randomly blurted out that he drives a BMW for a car.  It wasn’t like he just whispered it to the students sitting nearby, as if they were having a side-conversation about transportation means while the professor taught the Spanish language around them; no, the mother fucker straight up blurted it out like a Saturday Night Live character in a dysfunctional family dinner table skit.  As if his car-make and extracurricular hobby were hands-down the answer for the professor’s question to the class.

Half the class was asleep, half the class looked at one another, but the whole class had no idea.  I really had a long laugh.

Too long of one if I’m being honest.  It went like this:


Professor:  “Does everyone understand what conjugation is going on here with ‘correr todos los–”

Wild Card:  –“BMW!  I DRIVE A B-M-W!”

Girl Who Sits Across From Wild Card:  “She’s talking!”

Wild Card (without regard):  “I’M JUST SAYIN’, DOES ANYONE ELSE DRIVE A B-M-W?!

Girl Who Sits Across From Wild Card:  “Don’t nobody give a damn about your B-M-W.”

Professor:  “Calm down!”

/Everyone calmed back down to normal…

//…till about 15 minutes later, after that whole quick scenario dissolved as soon as the professor chimed in, like a Super Trooper who needed to squeeze in his 10th “meow” to seal the win on a friendly bet that was just made with a quirky co-worker, he gave us all one more “B-M-W!” with a grin on his face.  I think I was giggling for 2 entire minutes before ‘the funnies’ left and I was back to focusing on hablando español.

People are so beautifully unpredictable!  My Spanish class is very diverse with an abundance of different personalities and cultural backgrounds, so naturally, it’s usually quite a hoot.  Collectively as a class, we are all one large slow-moving dysfunctional Spanglish-speaking unit, but nothing can top the honey badger sentiments of Wild Card.

If this helps, when I say unpredictable/when I think about who Wild Card from my Spanish class reminds me of, I immediately compare him to this dude:

Live. Love. Laugh.

“I have nothing to offer anyone except my own confusion.” -Jack Kerouac, On The Road