The Milk and Cookie Diet
As we sweated out pound after pound of water during our Dec. 24th Christmas party, one thing became clear: Milk was a bad choice. The milk and cookie diet just isn’t practical in the tropics and it cost us. Cengiz and I removed those jolly red suits to find our clothes soaked through, stained red, and striped white with festive, salty, sweat stains- we had become candy canes. But, the sacrifice of dry clean only clothing was for good. The children, soar from smiles and laughter, turned dangerously jubilant and mobbed us for gifts. Santa sacks were pillaged, candy crushed under thundering stomps, and muscles burned with lactate as we struggled against the tide of joy. Cengiz, as fat a santa as I’ve witnessed, brough warmth and metal to Triumbundhit school and we posed for picture after picture with the admiring staff and students. I got to take so many that some started turning out well (like the horrified M5 student, or the close-ups that prove Cengiz is not wholly evil). After wringing his shirt out in a sink, Cengiz and I headed home to shower and change. After, we returned to school to relax and sun while festivities for Christmas night were readied. As the flourescent lights -pink, green, and white- were hung from trees and the pile of trash became frosty the snowman, it was clear that this would be an unforgetable Christmas.