Gifts.

Yesterday was my third day at school, and I entered a class full of third grade students that I hadn't met before. I was asked the usual list of questions.

"Teacher, what is your name?"

"Where are you from?"

"What is your favorite food?"

"Are you from the United Kingdom?"

"Are your parents German?"

"Where are you from?" (Are you catching on that no one is paying attention to anyone else's questions, or to my answers?)

"Are you from London?"

"What is your mother's name?"

After we finally established that I am from the United States of America (I couldn't help but chanting "U-S-A! U-S-A!" in the hopes of them remembering where I'm from...) we moved on to the wonderful world of science.

But the chanting? Oh, it established my identity in the mind of little Álvaro. He brought me a flag of the U.S., hand-drawn and colored at the end of class.

Was he paying any attention to the science lesson? Probably not.