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My Potato has 47 Assholes

Chapter 2- My Potato has 47 Assholes

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    "Alright, let's try this again, Hola, Como estas?"  I said slowly so that Jason, the person I was currently tutoring for Spanish I, could follow me and repeat.

    "B-bien. Y tu?" Jason answered back, his accent still a bit rough, but a whole lot better than it was before. I smiled.

    "Good! Now we can move onto writing some simple sentances!" I said excitedly. Jason was progressing a lot faster than I had originally anticipated after having seen his grade in the subject.

    'Huh,' I thought, 'His diction is good and his accent isn't too bad. I wonder what the problem is.'

   

    I gave Jason a sheet with some simple english sentances and asked him if he could translate them. When he hands me his translations a few minutes later, I finally understand why Ms. Carriedo asked me to help Jason.

    "Where are all the accents Jason?" I asked and he gave me a confused look.

    "What are those?" He asked and I just blinked at him.

    "It's the emphasis you have to put on certain letters of the word in order for it to be pronouced correctly." I explained.

    "Oh you mean the dashie lines? I know those! Are they important?" Jason asked, his eyes wide and legitimatly curious.

    Half of me wanted to be sarcastic asshole and make a slick, hurtful remark, but Jason had such a puppy-like dispotion. Being mean to Jason was like kicking a puppy. You look like an asshole and everyone will hate you for it. So I just sighed.

    "Okay Jason. Let's look at it like this." I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote 'My dad is forty-seven years old' in spanish and then turned the paper towards Jason.

    "Translated this sentance means 'My dad is 47 years old' in Spanish, right?" I asked and Jason nodded along.

    "Si!" He said with enthusiasim, making smile. I re wrote the same sentance, only this time without the accents.

    "Okay now, what does this sentance say?" I asked and Jason looked at me like I was crazy.

    "Um, the same thing?" He said and my smile widened.

    "Nope. This sentance says 'mi papa tiene 47 anos'. Would you like to know how that translates in english?" I asked and all out grinned when Jason nodded.

    "The sentance literally means 'my potato has 47 assholes'." I laughed loudly when Jason looked between me and the paper like I had just done an amazing magic trick right before his eyes.

    "Holy shit! I guess they're important, huh?" He said making me chuckle.

    "Yes Jason, they are very important. They are the differance between making a simple statement and making yourself seem like you belong in a mental institution." I answered and with those parting remarks, the bell rang, signaling the end of my free period and the start of lunch.

    "Okay Jason, we'll try this again during the weekend. Meet at the Biblioteca on Saturday at around noon-ish, is that cool?"

    Jason gave a nod and a smile before grabbing his things and walking away.

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    I'm a nerd you see. I legitamitly enjoy school and learning. My three AP courses are testament to that. So, what does the sterotypical highschool nerd do when it's lunch time? They eat in the library while reading. #Yolo am I right?