Early in my teaching career, I was accepted to a bilingual graduate program in Mexico City.  I had to take  a challenging language exam and pass an interview in Spanish.  That was no problema.  I’m good in the classroom.   The problema was they told me that I would have to live with a Mexican family. I’m bad with people.

The following is my culture crash.  I’ve instructed my students to write of their brushes, clashes, and/or crashes with other cultures.  It could be ugly and uncomfortable.   It could be beautiful and life changing.   But I bet it’s going to be interesting.   Here’s mine.  I try to share a cultural experience that I will remember for a long, long time: