My Spanish 1 teacher was from Chile. She would not hesitate to announce, "For homework, please do exercise C,D,E, F, G, H and I. You know what? Also do J,K, L, M,N O and P." You never knew whether the mood might strike her to add Q to Z, so it was important to try to ask an unrelated question at that point. It was summer, and she gave a test every other day.
She was a holy terror. But I never learned so much Spanish from anyone, anywhere.
For example, she taught us the word
guagua means "baby" in Chile. But it means "bus" in Puerto Rico. Also, in Spanish, you don't
miss the bus. You
lose it.
When she first came to the US, having fled from the
junta, she met a worried-looking Puerto Rican woman at a bus stop. She asked her what was wrong.
"I lost the
guagua," the woman said.
"Oh no!" replied my teacher. "What on earth are you going to do?"
"Don't worry," she replied. "I'll just get another one."