Spanish Lessons

I like the spanish language. I saw a coupon a while back for foreign language lessons on livemocha.com and bought it. You get a whole month where you can take lessons whenever you want, at your own pace. My month started about a month ago probably, and I've been on there once. I think this coupon adventure is going to fail. In highschool, we had the choice of learning spanish or french. I'm not positive, but I think everyone had to take at least one year of another language. I WANTED to take it, at first, and I had to take it because my parents said I had to for college. I chose spanish because I'd taken french for part of a year in first grade, a class for kids who were bored with the whole alphabet learning to read stuff I already knew that they were teaching in the normal class. That lost funding, but I was never a french fan. Back to spanish. My spanish teacher was a bitch. She was. She hated me for some unknown reason, and I really didn't like her. I managed to not learn too much, but no one else did either. That was my first period and I actually hated it more than math. Fortunately, she didn't last. The next year, we had a new teacher. He was nicer, and at first more interesting. He told us the story of when he was teaching in Colombia (where he was from) and he took a class up on a volcano. But then he told the same thing over, and over and over. Once again, we learned nothing. I didn't dread this class everyday, but I knew it was a waste of time. Junior year, we had another new teacher. (Seriously, it was like the defense of dark arts teacher in harry potter! Before harry potter was written..). Fortunately, she was great, and fortunately, she stayed. In those 2 years, I learned spanish, got to write in a journal in spanish every day, learned from college books, with a grammar book, literature book and culture book. It was great! I loved it! By college, I tested out of the language requirement through my SAT2, but took spanish anyway. It was boring again. Bleh. Teachers really do count. After that semester, I never took it again, although I was able to read and use spanish written articles for my mesoamerica anthropology class, and understood everything the spanish guides said when I went to Mexico junior year. Which brings me to this online thing. I don't want to review my spanish skills by reading and listening to boring restaurant scenes. I don't care who ordered dessert first, how, and what they ordered. Does anyone ENJOY learning this way? I quit… Maybe sometime soon I'll take up a spanish novel and refresh that way.