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Buenos días, friends!! “Ohh, no. He started in Spanish. What could this mean??”
I’m giving thanks to the Dominican coffee, which I’m sipping. And also, I have to relate my morning coffee to the mornings before classes of high school.
Ohhhhhhhhh Señor Williams— a goofy, yet slightly reserved character, whose goal in life is to make his students’ laugh change from “haha” to “jaja.” His love for coffee is profound, and before class, he fills a cup to the brim and continuously drinks throughout the day, stopping before lunch. I don’t think I ever walked in the room without it smelling like coffee— I was completely fine with this, because of my deep affection for this fine scent. His class is the reason why I am passionate about Spanish, because of the way in which he conducts his lessons: humorous, profound, and although requiring work, relaxing. He has the skill that I hold most dearly— the distinction between when to be funny and when to be serious, and how to combine the two.
My friend Jesska and I used to parade around the hallways in the morning, sporting fashionable looks— not because we were flaunting, but because we wanted something to do. Often, I carried my coffee with me, and I greeted my classmates for the day ahead. I always felt a certain level of class while walking, never in a superior way, and it was an extreme confidence boost to don clothing that most of my peers never ventured to wear. It set me apart from the rest— I’m a firm believer of “If you look good, you feel good” and also “Dress for success.” Even if I’m running late, I take time to look presentable, because one never knows what the day will bring or whom one will meet.
Now that I’m in college, I don’t have my espresso machine with me. Sadly, I can’t make my signature drink— The (double) Hammerhead. This drink is an explosion, and when perfected, can brighten my day; I can’t wait to return home and whip one up!! The process is very simple: fresh, quality ingredients, like freshly ground beans of a caliber above most coffees, and fresh, cold water. A Hammerhead is typically made with one shot of espresso added to a cup of regular drip-brewed coffee— except I use two shots. Should one use cheap espresso, the jitters will occur; with my technique of high-class coffee and two shots, I am able to create a highly caffeinated shock— but it isn’t a jolt of energy. I used to drink half of it prior to my first class and 20 minutes into the lecture, I could feel the drugs slowly pumping through my veins; this probably is neither healthy nor recommended— but I do recommend it…
I didn’t use coffee as a tool to wake up during high school, but merely as a small luxury. I haven’t reaped the cons of taking in too much caffeine, but I’m sure I will soon; I’m valiantly awaiting the headaches to commence once I take a coffee sabbatical (don’t expect this for quite some time, because my blog has just started. It may turn into a small mini-series describing my mornings WITHOUT coffee). You have been warned.
Que tengas un día maravilloso!!
Hola, buenos días.