My interview subject, Niro Lopez, fell into my lap. I would have spent the whole day roaming campus, scanning the student body for those who “looked” revolutionary – whatever that means.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved the art of organization. I always got a special thrill from picking out new pencils and notebooks for the start of a new school year and arranging them just so in a shiny new pencil box.
The accusations started flying out of her mouth like the vomit from Linda Blair’s in the Exorcist. As neither of us had ever been accused of stealing before, the situation took an ugly turn quickly.
I wasn’t sure if the students were working towards a degree or perfecting their blunt rolling technique.
I’ve been roped into giving English lessons. I had no intention of becoming an English teacher, nor was I particularly interested in another job – I’ve got several already. But here we are.