What a difference a month makes

Something truly amazing has happened this week: I've actually enjoyed teaching my once dreaded Basico class (Hitler's class). I don't know what's happened. The other day, I actually gave Hitler a high-5 (now there's a sentence I never thought I'd say) because he was doing so well. A month ago, I was banging my head off the wall in frustration. They didn't even understand the meaning of the word "quiet," and when I asked a question, I was met with 10 blank stares. The other day, when I asked "Who lives in a castle?" one of the students responded "Fiona." A month ago I couldn't have imagined laughing with them, but this week, I actually have. A month ago, they would only ask questions in Spanish, and they would get frustrated with me when I wouldn't speak Spanish to them. This past week, I've only had to insist on English a handful of times, and they seem to actually be getting it. Could it be that, in the last month, I've actually taught them something? Now there's a crazy thought...