Teaching night class is like swilling the choggy bits at the bottom of the cocoa cup.

No, it isn't! It's like really great cocoa that lasts two hours!

Tonight a student re-titled a complex memoir of fraternal loss, migration, and First/Third world separations

written by a brilliant, long-suffering Peruvian exile...

the student said -I would change the title. I would call it

I Want That.

And I would call that moment

Whipped Cream