by ALEJANDRA SALAZAR
To save you the trek to my “About Me” blurb: I hail from the far-away lands of South Texas, specifically the fair city of San Antonio. It is a flat, humid place, capable of reaching swelteringly hot temperatures on your average summer day. I say summer, of course, because spring—or any seasonal differentiation past “hot” and “cold”, really—is practically a myth in South Texas. According to the 2010 US Census, the population of my city is 63.2% Hispanic, a number that has likely grown in the last four years and is projected to keep growing rapidly. On the spectrum, the average language of choice falls somewhere around Spanglish. We eat breakfast tacos, Whataburger, and fry a disconcerting number of traditionally unfried foods. We have a yearly rodeo, 5+ Tejano music stations, and drive lots and lots of environmentally unfriendly pick-up trucks. And as a shout-out to the impending NBA playoffs, our Spurs pride is real: nobody—nobody—trash-talks our team and gets away with it.