Javier Francesco Cruz
If any of our students are going to forget everything learned last class, how to spell carpenter, or respond to How old are you with "I'm fine thank you," it's Javier. However, a drummer in the school band, a soft and loyal disposition, and a seconds' fraction away from hysteria, you wouldn't rather him be any other way.
You could not pay Javier to miss class; rain or shine, he will traipse the two miles uphill to the academy with his leopard print umbrella and second-hand bowling jacket belonging to a Stan Andrews, in order to sit in his usual spot at the boys' table, back against the wall, next to Carlos, whom he'll nudge pre, during, and post lunch for consistent, confirmed laughter.
I didn't want one one photo, chopped up into many, but many photos, telling one character. It's an idea.
No comments:
Post a Comment