"And then!" Mahmo continued, breathlessly reading his narrative I had all but forced him to write, "I killed the president and then I was the president!"
"Mahmo, I need more details, how did you become the president after you killed the original president?"
"Because I was the vice-president!" he continued, batting away my questions while refusing to augment his story with details.
"By the way, I copied that whole first part from Sharknado."
The large rusty plane finally landed in Santiago de Cuba. Everyone applauded.
"I do not like Russian aircraft." the man to my left said, speaking for the first time during the more than two hour flight.
I smiled and laughed, nodding. They had actually upgraded the planes since my last visit, lining the metal cabin with a more user friendly coat of plastic and replacing the Cyrillic letters on the seats with Roman ones.
My district is in the process of cutting instructional hours from the Spanish program. I lost my job five years ago when my former school completely cut the Spanish program in order to spend my salary on other things: predominately a part-time assistant to the bookkeeper instead of a K-5 Spanish program. It was devastating emotionally and financially and my stomach literally churns to be watching it happen again.
"You won't believe what Eleanor did tonight during student lead conferences." a text message said.
I found out in the morning as I stared at a word find I had left for my classes a day when I had a substitute. WET CUNT was circled, instead of any of the Spanish words the kids were supposed to be looking for.
"She showed this to her parents as her best work in Spanish for the last year and half?"
I listened to the answer while I gazed off at what I was supposed to be doing: watching parents crash into each other's cars at 7:30AM while dropping their kids off at school.
I felt fulfilled.