I Scream

I stopped one of my students at the end of class today, because she never took the final before going to Mexico in December. As a result, she failed first semester. She looked at me with amazement that she had forgotten to take the final (no, she's not the most attentive student). However, her grade isn't so bad, so if she can pull off a 50% on the final, she will pass the class. I told her all of this.

While I was telling her this, she pulled a bottle of something out of her bag and gave it to me a little sheepishly. She said she brought it back for me from Mexico. She's not sure what it is in English, but it's really good. A couple of other students standing around the doorway agreed with her emphatically. One told me it was really good on toast. I looked at the jar of cafe con leche colored, creamy substance and realized she had handed me a jar of real caramel. Not fake, chemical caramel, but real, milk-cooked-down-until-it's-thick-sweet-and-delicious caramel.

I think I need some ice cream!