There were three classes in college that totally kicked my ass: calculus (yuck!), physics (double yuck!), and Spanish (barf-up-a-lung-yuck). I was required to take a full year of Spanish. By the time I got to the last semester, which I saved until right before graduation, of course, my philosophy was “D for Diploma.” I actually sobbed in front of my professor. Yes, it was that bad.
But I know enough about Spanish to know that this is one really weird song: El Chacarron.
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