I wish I was still in Mexico. I still am in my mind. And I think I will be for a while. People need to stop being so chido so leaving will be easier. I don't want to go to school tomorrow. The only school I want to go to is Heroes. With the outdoor hallways and the futbol at lunch and gym class, and eating lunch outside, and learning Mexican slang from Luis, and learning how to use MSN Messenger from Rorro, and getting lost in Coyoacan center by myself for two hours, and Mrs Foote contacting the International Police and posting pictures of my passport all over the city, and finding 1/3 of the school looking for me because they thought I was dead, and going to/trying to go to night clubs, and almost watching Miguel get wasted, and listening to reggaeton in Carlos' car, and watching futbol games at Aztec Stadium, and getting Vania and her family lost while we're at Perisur, and learning about American history from Atreyu, and watching Erick pimp everyone's cell phone, and pesos, and fruit vendors, and lemon-tinted hikama with chile, and crispy tacos from Carlos' maid, and practicing Spanish, and laughing at peoples' bad English, and learning from Ashanty how to avoid Nacos, and "My Humps" at the mall, and being on the good pool team every time, and saying "No, thank you" when people ask me if I'm a visitor or for the time, and "watching" the Matrix... And those were just the last three days. The best three days of the trip, yo creo.