I am amazed at the ignorance of language exhibited by the vast majority of my classmates. They seem incapable of uttering vowel sounds that aren't straight out of a Midwestern Dairy Queen, they don't know the difference between an infinitive and an ice pick, and their overall attitude toward native Spanish speakers seems to be one of annoyed tolerance. There are a few clear-headed intelligent students in the class. But I have to say this group did run into one helluva teacher. I'll say more about la profesora later.
Taste is the enemy of creativeness.