Frances came to ask if we could go over to the library to see the Ofrenda. Was it time for Statistics class already? Three or four of us were in the office planning where to meet on Olvera Street the next day. I didn't know we were going to have an Ofrenda at CSUDH.

Slowly, in all the confusion of rushing to finish one set of plans and turn to another, and still get to Statistics class, I understood that Frances and Mayda were asking us to come, the whole Statistics Class together, to see the Altar. They had been creating it. I slowly wrapped up the biggest part of the sandwich I had never managed to eat more than a few bites of. Of course we would go, I assured everyone as I tucked away silently the thought that I'd better have enough energy left, sandwich or no, to integrate this expedition solidly into statistics when we got back to class.

Candy! I grabbed a couple of Tootsie Rolls and off we went! I'm sorry. In class, I was more concerned with trying to speak coherently while eating a Tootsie Roll than I was with much else. Somehow I had managed to skip both breakfast and lunch. Someone passed forward some more candy, something chewy again, and I gratefully devoured it, and proceeded once again to try to free my teeth. I was beginning to feel like that dog in the baked beans commercial when his owner shuts him up with toasted marshmallows!

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