as i sat down for my 1st class of the semester, our profesor walked in with a solemn stillness to his face. i examined his appearance - deep wrinkles, large eyes, tan skin, pot belly. jumping to conclusions, i was confident he would be boring but an okay teacher. someone who i could deal with, but nothing exciting.
rather than calling role, he asked us to introduce ourselves one by one - 1st and last name included. as we all went around and announced our names, he guessed where our ancestors were from. Elisabeth Korody, I said. BONITO! he said, as the whole class erupted in surprised, nervous laughter. Korody es de Hungaria, es TANNNN BONITO!
