Chapter 53. | the spanish teacher i.

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(Jennie's OOTD)

53 ;
J E N N I E

"Valentine's day is coming up soon. So, we are hanging out at your place right?" Santana asked me as we entered Mr. Schuester's Spanish class. "Yep. Everyone is going to be out. We'll have the house to ourselves." I smiled.

"I cannot wait. This is the first Valentine's day we're spending as an official couple. We don't have to hide our affection as well." My girlfriend smiled excitedly as we started pulling out materials for this class.

Mr. Shue, Finn, Puck, and Mike entered the room wearing Sombreros and Mexican ponchos. "La Cucaracha!" Mr. Shue shouted. "What in the fresh hell?" Santana said offendedly. I looked over at her and she had the same look of disgust on her face.

{Mr. Shue, Finn, Mike & Puck}
Oh, oh! La cucaracha,
la cucaracha
Hey! Hey!

Ya no puede caminar
Porque le falta
Porque le falta
Hey! Hey!
Marihuana que fumar
Yo estoy harto de que me digan...

For the duration of the class, I just sat there in shock. What Mr. Shue and the others did was highly offensive. I'm not so much surprised at Puck since he looks like he could pass as a white nationalist. But, I am genuinely disappointed with Mr. Shue.

"San, you're gonna have to talk to Figgins about this. That was really insensitive." I told my girlfriend as we exited Mr. Shue's classroom. "I'm glad I wasn't the only one who thought that." She responded.

Santana and I headed straight to the main office before our next class started. "Is principal Figgins in his office?" I asked the front desk woman. "He's in there." The older woman responded. "Okay, thanks." I said politely before we headed over to his office.

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