When your school has two Spanish courses, for kids that are fluent and non-fluent, and somehow you ended up in the fluent class with people that speak Spanish at home with their parents, even though you don't, and your teacher decides that instead of just giving you activities to complete, you're going to have a live Spanish class that involves talking and saying more intelligent things than "the book character is stupid because he fell out the window and broke his arm instead of admitting to his mom that he snuck into her room."

That's me right now.