Essay On Spanish Class

With my blue speckled backpack slung across my shoulders, I padded silently down carpeted stairs and into the linoleum-tiled kitchen of my house. I was usually the first to wake up on school mornings, but this morning my mom stood over a sizzling stove, her brown hair still loose from last night.
“What’s this?” I ask, setting my bag down near the table.
“Well, I know you have that test during your Spanish class today,” she starts, moving her spatula to scrape eggs onto a small plate. “And you should eat a good breakfast so you can concentrate better.” Mom turned and handed the plate to me, and I sat down at the wooden dining table to eat. As my mom put dishes into the sink, she continued to speak as I listened quietly.
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Luckily for me, Spanish was my fourth period, meaning I had time to study in my other classes. pulling out flashcards, I skip over working on my history project to look over vocabulary and grammar the best I could. “Alcanzar,” I murmur to myself. I already feel uneasy. I should have learned these words weeks ago, and should be practicing grammar structure. But I am even more lost with present subjunctive conjugations than I am with the grammar set. Dejected, I put away my flashcards and wait for the bell to ring.
After science, math, and art class, I am finally sitting at my desk in Spanish.
“When I pass out these tests, there will be no talking,” drones the teacher. I knew the before test speech by heart now, and instead focus on the pounding in my chest. It feels as if my heart is leaping up my throat, and I can feel my breath getting shallower with each beat. finally, the teacher got to me and placed the paper face down on my desk. Staring at words I can’t make sense of, the pounding gets worse and the shallow breaths were making me dizzy. I wanted to cry, because I couldn’t fail this test, and I couldn’t disappoint my parents, and I couldn’t finish the semester with a