And it's not everyday that my 13-year old daughter shouts, "Mamá! I have to film a murder for chemistry class today!", when she gets home from school.
I was busy putting the final touches on what we were about to eat for lunch, while also trying to get my boys to change out of their school clothes, so I was a little distracted and pretty sure I hadn't heard Hope correctly.
"What did you just say???"
"A bunch of us are going to Kim's house later to film a murder."
This time there were no distractions and I heard every word she said.
"Did you just say murder?"
"Mija, I know Mexico has seen it's share of violence, but it's not like it's happening out in the street for you and your friends to film it. And.... Oh. My. God! What is your teacher thinking?"
Most of our conversation had been in Spanish, but this is when I had a Ricky Ricardo-like outburst, "Mira que tiene cosa...", but in English.
Hope just stood in our dining room, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, "Ay mamá! Not a real murder!"
"Oh! Well, why didn't you say so in the first place?"
Hope went on to explain that their mini-movie was going to be a tale of love and betrayal, which leads to murder, drinking and smoking with a special appearance by the devil and the angel spirit of the murder victim.
The kind of stuff telenovelas are made of.
What I didn't (and still don't) understand is what all of this has to do with chemistry class. A creative writing class, I can understand. But not 9th grade chemistry. The way the "kids" explained it to me is that it's supposed be something like CSI where the rest of the students have to figure out what evidence to gather and how to process it all. Or something like that. But they're not entirely sure either.
|Hope (center) and the rest of the cast of the 9th grade murder mystery.|
All I know is that Kate del Castillo better watch out, because there's a new Reina del Sur and she's taking over chemistry class.
*Linking up with Parenting by Dummies and Seven Clown Circus for Wordful Wednesday.