Today in Spanish class we spent the whole first three hours writing calaveritas about a skeleton chasing us around the streets, school, etc.
An intriguing exercise in language and culture, calaveritias are challenging because they require end rhyme.
Mine is an attempt to be funny, but it is difficult to know the humor without knowing all of the characters. Here’s some background.
Every Tuesday and Thursday a man named Yoskue comes around with the attendance list. He sometimes is accompanied by Jeronimo who lets us know about guided tours available on the weekends. Efren is always helpful. And, my classmates are: Yuki and Sherry. And, of course, my teacher is Flor.
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