Nobody warned me that not a single word of English would be uttered in my Spanish class. Even the directions and explanations are in Spanish. The first few minutes I was thinking, "What have I gotten myself into?" It´s harder than I expected it to be.
I´m a visual learner: I need to see the words and write them to remember them. But in this class, no such luck. No book is used and the instructor writes the words, only after explaining everything in Spanish, making us pronounce the words - even if we don´t know what they mean - and tossing a football back and forth to each other, while using the words in a sentence.
Only then are we finally allowed to see how the words are spelled. I hate that football tossing bit; it´s distracting. I had lunch with three other students, who expressed similar concerns. All of us expected instructions to be in English, at least in the first day. But no doubt we´ll adapt.
My classmates include a Belgian student, a French wine merchant (who´s just back from ten years in London), an American lawyer, a German student and a Welsh televison producer. I´m the oldest and the only married one! But they all seem interesting and if we make it through the first week with our instructor, we should be fine.
On the plus side, Monday morning the shower in my room had hot water for the first time in four days. And the piped-in music system has finally stopped shutting on and off! Progress!