You walk in class only to find such a pretty teacher named Miss Quetzal or Miss Rosá. She only speaks Spanish but you could understand her, minutes in class you were bored of orchestrating like at a fucking church. So you stood silent but Miss Quetzal speaks.

Miss Quetzal: ¿Qué estás haciendo? (What are you doing?)

Miss Quetzal had seriousness in her voice.