If I could remember my Puerto Rican Spanish (I was fluent in kindergarten while we lived there!) I’d send it along FedEx.

It got so obvious you had to leave the room?  Oh, dear.  I’m not sure who I should throw my sympathy to: you, her, or the lad.

Seems like good news all around. Puerto Rico would be nice about now in the winter season. As for the minefield of young affection: I won’t go there other than to say the young feller that kept after my daughter has made himself a fine son-in-law for the last three years. I know you’re not at that point, but my daughter and her feller were high school sweethearts. I am also glad the whole play thing has shaped into something everyone can be proud of. It’s good for building self esteem and self respect, which, as you know, the youngsters need at this point in their lives.

Linkmeister, I didn’t know you’d lived in Puerto Rico. Cool. The lad’s step-mom grew up in Ponce so she is fluent and does help him out sometimes. His step-cousins are the ones who motivate him though. They like to take advantage of him not speaking Spanish to tease him. Lately, though, that hasn’t been working so well. ;)

I think the young lady needs the sympathy more. He fell asleep on the sofa. She covered him up with the throw blanket and sat there watching TV until her Mom arrived to pick her up. She’s a really nice girl and treats him like gold. But he’s awfully good to her, too. They certainly know each other well, having talked on the phone for hours and hours and hours. She always manages to get him out of the house and involved in activities, too. They’ll work it out. I’m mindful that often the best one is the one right under your nose.

Pablo, yes the play is a good self-esteem and confidence builder. They did such a good job and, afterwards, many of the people in the audience stopped individual members of the cast to congratulate them. There was a light in the lad’s eyes that I’ve never seen before. I think I’ll always remember that. I told him that I was so proud of him. He did a fine job on his own, but he was a good emsemble player, too. Nobody tried to steal the limelight. He was proud of himself and yet so surprised when people stopped him. It was a really good evening for all of them.

Ah, Drama.  Those were the days.

Ah, Spanish Class.  Those were the days.

Ah, unrequited love… wait a minute.  You lost me there…

On a serious note, if I were in the lad’s shoes, I would ask the teacher if she thought the last exam was difficult.  If she says ‘No’, I’d take the C, since the next one would have to be a monster to be more difficult.  (If I read the posts correctly.) Something to think about, I guess.

I was thinking the same thing, Dave. When he comes back home, I’ll see where he’s at. I don’t want him to think he’s obligated to take the test. If he took the C, he’d still end up with a B in the class and that’s not too shabby.  If it was me? Yeah, I’d take the C.