El Primer Día (The First Day)

24"x30" mixed media on canvas

24″x30″ mixed media on canvas

My sister was almost 2 years older and very protective of me. When she first started school, she couldn’t speak a lick of English so they put her in a special class till she caught on. On my first day of kindergarten, when my teacher saw me with my sister, she automatically assumed I couldn’t speak English either. I was so shy, that I didn’t protest when they walked me to the special class.

I have no idea how long I was in that class for, but as I got more comfortable with the teacher and other students, I started to talk and it was all in English. I remember the teacher’s look. Surprised she asked, “When did you learn English?!” I told her I knew it the whole time, nobody ever asked. They quickly swept me off to normal kindergarten from that point on I was considered a regular student, whatever that means 🙂



Memories of NOLA…

Everybody knows that New Orleans is known for it’s yummy food. I will admit that my love for Cajun did not fully develop till we moved to Florida. My fondest memories of New Orleans’ foods were the beignets and the Sno-Balls. For those who don’t know, a beignet is a french version of a doughnut smothered in powdered sugar that comes accompanied with a yummy cup of cafè au lait (that’s fancy talk for coffee with milk.) Mmmmm, it was impossible to neatly eat a beignet. The powder sugar would somehow make it to places that powder sugar was never meant to be, like in your eye for example.

Then there were the Sno-balls. This was a perfect treat for those hot, thick, humid, New Orleans summers. The best way to explain a Sno-ball is like this: they’re not as hard as a snow cone but not as runny as an Icee, it was like actually eating fresh snow. Even at the young age of 5, I knew that eating a Sno-ball was exactly like eating a real life snowball (I didn’t see real snow till my early 20s but I somehow knew I was right). I always ordered strawberry, on occasion I would be adventurous and order watermelon (which tasted a lot like strawberry. ) The syrups they poured on the Sno-balls were just tangy and sweet, and sometimes for .25 cents more you could get condensed milk poured on top of that, like there wasn’t enough sugar in a Sno-ball to begin with. 🙂