My Spanish teacher got in a car accident today.

She lives about 20 miles south of town, and she was driving up here to work at about 11:00 a.m. The highway cuts through what is pretty much a lake, creating a slough on either side of it. The sloughs have big rocks stacked on their shores to help keep water level down in the summer, but the highway usually floods anyway.

She was going about 40 miles per hour between the two ice-covered sloughs and lost control of the car. According to reports, wind was blowing snow across the warm pavement, and the snow melted and refroze to create icy patches. Spanish Lady swerved, took out six indicator poles, and careened off the side of the highway. The car came to a stop hanging halfway off the rock walls. She managed to get out of the car and walk back up to the shoulder of the road, where a candy salesman (literally) gave her a ride into town.

She's fine, bruised and shaken, but fine. The car's pretty beat up and is still hanging off the granite precipice. We had an emergency substitute, so we just sat around drawing get well cards and playing rattle. Spanish Lady came in about ten minutes before class ended, saw that we were making cards for her, and burst into tears. Pobre cosa.

I'm glad I've never been in a car wreck. I'm a nervous enough driver as it is.