Takis. For those of you who have not yet encountered this miracle, a brief explanation is in order. Takis are a sort of rolled-up corn chip, which has been liberally baptized in a powdered coating of various and sundry spices including, but not limited to, chili and lime. They come in a variety of flavors, the most popular of which seems to be the "Fuego" Takis, notable for their purple bag and spicy taste. Ever since I was introduced to this snack, I have noticed it's remarkable and humanizing effects upon even the squirreliest of students. The following anecdote is just one among many.
Yesterday, we celebrated the birthdays of three of the students in the program. We have already struck upon a unanimously approved method of birthday celebration, which is the communal partaking of Takis. As is our custom therefore, I arrived at the cafeteria supplied with three big bags of Fuego Takis. I engaged the birthday boy and girls to divide the three bags into 26 smaller portions-the number of those present that day. Or so I thought. As it turned out, one of the students had gone to the bathroom right before the head count was completed. This resulted in 26 small plastic cups of Takis to supply 27 students with the necessary elements. When the missing student came back from the bathroom, he was understandably distressed to find the multitudes already seated in groups of fifties and hundreds, with nary a fish nor loaf to spare.
In a normal situation, this would have been a particular pickle. The Taki is favored above all other edibles among the Hispanic student population, and to attempt a re-partition of the snack once it had already been bestowed would have been like trying to convince a pack of ravenous hyenas that they should hold off on the antelope because one of the their number had missed the memo, and was late in arriving. But the affect of the antelope on the hyena is merely physiological. Not so that of Takis on the soul of the young Latino. In an instant, and without any encouragement, students were scrambling to donate their Takis to the plight of their unfortunate companion - even the birthday celebrities chipped in. Before long, the tardy hyena's cup was as the Psalmist's, and ranneth over, his head anointed not with oil, but with generosity, and his hands with the bright-red powder of Takis.