
My professor, Rodolfo, was a 55 year
old balding, jolly, helpful, and philosophical person. He was very relaxed and
our classes often felt like friendly yet deep conversations. Our classes usually
first consisted of an hour-long conversation about just about anything, in
order to get us warmed up and ready to speak Spanish. We discussed about topics
ranging from vegetarianism to the definition of an “error”. One day, Rodolfo
asked us what we thought an “error” was; we spent a good part of an hour
discussing about how society defines an error, how science classifies an error,
what is even considered “correct” in the first place. Later, our professor
finally told us what he thought an error was; he said that it was an
opportunity to learn. This goes to show just how relaxed and kind Rodolfo was.
He didn’t want us to feel bad or become embarrassed whenever we made mistakes,
he really just cared about the learning process.
Much of our time in class at CRLA
with Rodolfo was also spent laughing. He would often have us act out medical scenarios,
since we were focusing on learning medical Spanish. My classmate and I would
often try to come up with the most ridiculous patient-doctor interactions
possible. Symptoms ranging from explosive diarrhea, missing limbs, and
spontaneous vomiting were common, along with treatments usually including
exploratory surgery. Oftentimes, we would barely be able to talk because of
laughing so hard; Rodolfo often said that my classmate and I should be on a
comedy show because of our remarkable imaginations. I learned a lot in this
class and had a ridiculous amount of fun.
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