This entry is another one in which I make a guilty, stupid confession. You see, earlier this year in school, the exchange student from Madrid, Jorge, took some time to talk to our Spanish class. We were supposed to be asking him questions about Spain and whatnot, but because everyone is, in fact, quite stupid, no one spoke much. The classroom was left unsupervised. I, when I believed that no one was listening (and this is true, because no one was), took the initiative to ask this Spanish child a question that had been crawling through my thoughts for quite some time. I asked Jorge, "Do you like tacos?" Now, this was not meant to be out of ignorance or anything. But I think he thought it was. Because he answered, "Those are Mexican." I didn't no what to say. I don't know what possessed me to ask that question. Needless to say, that was as far as our conversation went. He never even answered it. I didn't need to know what culture from which they descended. But, Jorge, if you ever read this, which you never will because I know you not, I'm very sorry for asking that question. Or if anyone who is on speaking terms with Jorge reads this, perhaps they could apologize on behalf of me. I do hope that his picture of Americans is not spoiled any further because of my behavior.


The End.




It was kinda funny though....