As this is a native-level text, of course I'll translate it for you XD

Tal era mi espanto; que yo sentía miedo solo de pensar en ello. Mi cara debió ser un poema, ya me lo puedo imaginar.
En mi afán para terminar las cosas – o sea, el curro de toda la vida – más pronto, me olvidé de entregar una breve redacción a mi tutor. En un principio, no me di cuenta; pero, después, mi subconsciente me recordó de ello.

Sintiéndome terriblemente mal, salí de casa corriendo –acabada de llegar del trabajo – y corrí hacia la facultad cuál gata en celo buscando machos.
Llegué a la facultad de agricultura y, como siempre, pude ver a mi compañero Sempronio Felisberto de la Jungla Siberiana conduciendo su tractor por el campus. Pero no le di mucha importancia, y seguí en mi aventura; apresurándome para encontrar el despacho de mi profesor. La verdad es que es mi profesor pero yo le llamo tutor. ¿Problema?

Entonces fue cuando tal ocurrencia sucedió. La causa de mi espanto.

Al abrir de la puerta de su despacho, ahí estaba él. Con un disfraz de aceituna y al canto de: “Aceitunas en un pañuelo, mira que asusto el mozuelo. Pañuelo con sal, mira que no está mal. Pañuelo sin sal, eso está fatal.”

Such was my bewilderment; that I felt scared just by thinking on it. My face must have been a poem, I can imagine it already.

In my frenzy to finish up things - that means, the typical job you get - earlier, I forgot to hand in a brief composition to my tutor. At the beggining, I didn't realize it; but then, my subcounscious reminded me of it.

Feeling terribly bad, I got out of home running - had just gotten there from work - and ran back to college as if I were a female chat in rut searching for males.

I arrived at my agriculture college and, as always, I was able to see my classmate Sempronio Felisberto de la Jungla Siberiana (Sempronio Felisberto of the Siberian Jungle) driving his tractor around the campus. But I didn't put much thought on it, and my adventure continued; as I hurried myself to find my teacher's office. Truth is that he's my teacher but I call him tutor. Problem ?

And that was when such occurence happened. The cause of my bewilderment.

As I opened his office's door, there he was. With an olive disguise, singing by the lines of: "Olives in a handkerchief, see how I scare that boy. Handkerchief with salt, that's not bad. Handkerchief with no salt, that's really bad."

I actually got an A+ with this text if you're wondering.