WHAT'S YOUR SONG?

I go to  a spin class twice a week at my gym and always look forward to the music the instructor plays. She has such a wide variety that she personally keeps iTunes in business.  Think Tom Jones or Cher followed by Macklemore.  She can mix it up!
So I don't take kindly to substitute instructors.  They're kinda like the subs in grade school. We did everything we could to torment those poor teachers, remember? We tested boundaries and considered it a victory if we made them cry and they never came back to our school.
So,when a sub walked in to spin class, I was immediately suspect of the music she would play. Would we be stuck in Pop 40 hell or the 80's? Worse yet, would we be subjected to that club beat that is slightly less enjoyable than water boarding?  I couldn't tell, so I waited.
When she warmed us up with the song, Pretty Fly for a White Guy by Offspring,  I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Punk rock at 5:30am? From a pretty non-punk cyclist chick? What gives?
"Give it to me baby, Uh huh, Uh, huh."
Such a pleasant surprise!
She explained that it's her song, along with her husband.  While she was driving a U-Haul to Arizona with her then-boyfriend, he actually proposed while Offspring was playing on the radio. She said, "yes" and by default, it became their song.
All I can say is pretty fly for a white guy! I don't blame her for marrying him!
Then, it got me to thinking. For some reason, my husband and I don't have have a song.
Do you? What's yours?

UNFORGETTABLE? NOT!

Do you have a teacher that made a difference in your life?
I did. It was Mr. Johnson. We called him Senor Johnson because he was our high school Spanish teacher.  He somehow instilled a love of the language, so much so, that I majored in Spanish in college. I don't think he had a particularly creative way to remember when to use the conditional or subjunctive tenses, but I was hooked.
Rolling the r ? Yes! Learning masculine and feminine nouns? Absolutely! Conjugating verbs? Si se puede.  I'm sure you all remember -o,-as, -a, -amos, -an, right?
My Spanish degree eventually came in handy about 20 years into my all-over-the map career.  I was a Spanish teacher for 5th and 6th graders! I was going to WOW these kiddos! They would love Spanish as much as I did. I featured a song-of-the week where students got exposure to a wide variety of Latino artists from Richie Valens, Shakira, Selena and Pitbull. We had a trabalengua every week too where students learned tongue twisters in Spanish. I was crazy, I was fun, I was unforgettable! Or so I thought....
...until I met one of those 4th and 5th graders at the university where I work. I was going to give a presentation one night in a residence hall.  The girl who greeted me looked incredibly familiar and her name rang a bell, too.
"Jessica, do you remember me?" I asked after we shook hands.
"No, should I?"
"I was your Spanish teacher," I said.  "Are you taking Spanish here at the university?"
"French," she said.
So much for being unforgettable.
But, French? Ay caramba!