I don't understand Spanish.
But I speak a tiny bit (leftovers from three years in high school) with a darn good accent.
It comes in handy sometimes.
Like today. One of my students was pissed at me. He stood next to me as I sat at my desk and muttered, "Ay, ay, ay...," then a string of words that I did not know. The tone was enough. I pulled out my tried-and-true, surefire, strike-terror-in-their-hearts script.
"Cuidado."
I love the look on their face when I say this. They get that "Oh, shit!" look. The one with the white face and tight lips.
"Sientese."
He sat. And shut up.
It was enough.
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