New Stages is easily my favorite part of the theater year. It’s a series of student produced, student written, student directed, and of course student acted 10 minute productions. So come see it to support the hard work of your fellow students and see seven amazing shows! 

The show starts with Beat Busters, written by Sadie Zelin and directed by the Writing Center’s own Vivian Megenhardt. Beat Busters is a slapstick comedy about a modern dance team holding auditions with a very poor turnout, yet still so much competition.

Show #2 is Formy, written by Evan Mears and directed by Skye Clunie. Formy takes place in a world where the uber rich enforce insane taxes that the people have to pay. However, one day a form comes to life and ends up quite literally eating the rich. The form itself is reason enough to come see the show (he’s sparkly, it’s great).

Dissection, written by Isabel Siegel and directed by Sadie Zelin is a murder mystery in which a woman is being interviewed about her best friend’s murder. Due to her active imagination she imagines multiple different ways in which the murder happened, but how did it really go?

Questions: A Dramedy, written by Vaughn Ullom and directed by Sophie Watkins is a dramedy, as indicated by the title, about a couple who ends up in limbo and have 10 minutes for all of their questions to be answered, but one of them is going to heaven and the other is going to hell. Will they go to hell together, or will they go their separate ways?

Coming back from intermission, we have Killer Queen. Written by Skye Clunie and directed by Sofia Zucca, Killer Queen is about a girl who is kidnapped by the most famous female serial killer who is also her greatest idol. It’s not very often when the victim has more fun than the assailant.

I’m Sorry, Naomi is written by Zahrah Washington and directed by another Writing Center intern, Heath Thompson. I’m Sorry Naomi is about the relationship between an estranged father and daughter. Naomi resents her father for his absence in her life, but her father can’t even remember his daughter’s name. What’s up with that???

The final (and best) show of New Stages 43 is Find Your Valentine, written by Myles Hills and directed by yours truly, Zara Troupe. Find Your Valentine is about a game show where a bachelor is given their pick of three contestants, except the contestants for this episode are very interesting to say the least.

Come see New Stages!!! Every team’s show is coming together so well, so come show your support! You can buy tickets here: https://shakertheatre.ludus.com/index.php and get them fast because they’re selling out!

 

I don’t have the energy for a witty intro to this blog, so just pretend I said something funny while I get to my point. 

 

I. Am. SO. Bored. 

 

All the time. 

 

After the most stressful and intense year of my life, my body has finally rejected all emotion and I am now apathetic to anything and everything. Just a month ago, I was mercurial, erratic (some may say incredibly mentally unstable). I felt everything. However, now that I’ve decided where I’m going to college and classes have pretty much stopped introducing new material, I simply do not care. With 4 years of undue stress lifted from my shoulders upon my committing to college, I don’t think I will ever be excited again. It’s getting harder and harder to power through the boredom that plagues me each day. 

 

I’ve downloaded Block Blast and Crossy Road on my computer, but I’m bored of them. I’ve even grown tired of the NYT games. I’M BORED OF THE NEW YORK TIMES MINIATURE CROSSWORD AND CONNECTIONS. I need an intervention. 

 

Last week was a four-day week AND we had late starts most days, but every day felt like a Herculean task (and I didn’t even go so crazy that I needed to go through 12 labours to repent for my sins so WHY ARE THE GODS PUNISHING ME IN THIS WAY??). 

 

Contrary to the picture I may have painted for you throughout this blog, I do have things going on in my life — I’m just choosing to ignore them. 5 IB exams to study for? Eh, that’ll work itself out. Ongoing extracurriculars and homework piling up? Let’s binge the third season of Invincible (incredible, by the way). I seriously have never felt so entirely uninterested in school.

 

I will power through. I will study for my IB exams. I will pass my IB exams. I will get my IB diploma. My GPA will remain intact. I will go on Senior Project. I will STUDY for my IB exams. I will power through. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma. I will get my IB diploma.

 

Sorry, I got a little carried away with my manifestations. All work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy. Anyway, whatever happens will happen. 

 

It’ll all work itself out. I am still really bored, though. 

Remember the good old days?

When you received a dorm number and a move-in day and hoped for the best? I’ve heard thousands of stories from my parents and their friends—some good, some bad—about random roommate assignments. Sure, sometimes random selection was a recipe for disaster, and you would be stuck with someone who eats mayo out of the jar straight or blasts Korn until 3 A.M. (True stories I’ve heard). But that was a part of the fun. Meeting new people, connecting with someone you’d likely never meet on your own. Maybe even creating a forever friendship.

Since the eve of social media, the college roommate selection process has started a nasty descent into madness. Now, it is a game. And I don’t want to play.

I spent 4 hours last Friday meticulously hand-picking photos to post on the ucla2029 bruins account. I drafted and redrafted the caption. I needed to be authentic enough but not too off-putting. How do I say, I like going out, but also staying in, without sounding identical to the 50 others? You need to show good solo pictures but have the appropriate number of group and friend photos. The post couldn’t be too long; no one wants a camera-roll slideshow.  Should I do this one of me on the beach or this one where I look cute, but my hair is messed up? Which of the thirty accounts should I post to?

And that’s step one: Next is the IM’s of Hell

I think I may have Instagram messaged 15 people in the last 2 days, with a response rate of 3. Does everyone hate me? Do they already have a roommate? I go to bed, and all is see is
“Hi blah blah, Im Addie, and I thought your post was super sweet! What’s your major?… What’s your favorite…?”

I swear, I might go insane. I started this process a week ago. I know I have a while until it’s due, but I my chest feels like a thousand elephants have taken a shit on my chest everytime I open Instagram. My new catch phrase

The toughest battles fall on the mightiest warriors

It could be worse. I made it into my dream school. I should not be crashing out about this, but give me grace.

Maybe I will go random.

Instead of going to the sunny beach in Florida where most Ohioans go during spring break, my parents and I decided to tour colleges. While this doesn’t sound like the most appealing way to spend a break, staying nights in hotels with snoring parents and grueling walks with peppy college students, it was a lot more fun than I expected. I was fortunate enough to tour NC State, the University of North Carolina Chapel Hill, the University of South Carolina, and the University of Georgia. If anyone ever wants to visit these colleges, or just find something to do in the area, here are some hot tips for you. Also, I’m going to include a rating out of 10.

NC State

This was my first stop along my lengthy trip. NC State is in Raleigh North Carolina and the main campus is fortunately about two miles from the city. What’s weird about the campus though is that it is split into several sections, with some being a bus ride away from the main campus. On my tour, we didn’t get to see inside a model room, the 430 thousand square foot wellness and recreation center, as well as a library. Also, the tour guide must have had an obsession with Chikfila as he was NON STOP talking about it. He even mentioned that he goes there up to four times a week. Also, in terms of campus culture, every student seemed to be engaged in their work; It was rare to see students using the amenities of the campus or engaging in leisurely activities. This may have been because of the time of year and students were studying for finals but compared to the other campuses, students often seemed gloomy and alone. My favorite part of that day was stopping by the ice cream shop that worked with the agriculture school at NC State and produced organic ice cream. I had a cherry and vanilla flavor that was amazing and would totally recommend it. Overall, I give NC State a 5/10. It is not a bad school at all, but it does not tailor to the preferences I have when looking for a dream university. 

 

University of North Carolina

Next is the University of North Carolina. All I have to say is wow. Throughout the duration of my tour and the time I spent on campus, it felt like a scene from a movie. There was an open green space in the middle of campus with students studying, frisbees flying, sunbathers soaking up the sun’s rays, and friends strolling by in groups discussing their plans for their night. I was taken aback by how enthusiastic everyone looked. Every student looked like they could find happiness in their own way. Also, the frat and sorority houses were beautiful and their sports facilities were amazing. They have an amazing lacrosse team, a basketball team, and a football team. There was also a jaw-dropping library that showed the true beauty and history of the university. The food was also amazing here. There was a small burger joint only about a mile off campus which served burgers, fries, and milkshakes. I have an Oreo milkshake with a chili cheeseburger and seasoned fries. This may have been my favorite meal of the trip. The only downside for me is that it’s extremely difficult to get out of state. UNC gets a 10/10. 

University of South Carolina

I definitely preferred USC over NC State but it was my favorite of the four colleges. The most intriguing aspect of USC outside of its academics was the fact that it is located in the capital of South Carolina, (Columbia) the beautiful architecture of all its facilities, and the “Greek Village,” which houses the majority of the frats and sororities on the campus. Honestly, I don’t know why it’s called a village; EVERY house is a mansion. It’s insane! The main reason I was so attracted to USC is because they have one of the top-rated business schools for public universities, as well as a top-rated honors-college program. Out of the four colleges, I think USC has the funniest mascot. They like to call themselves “the Gamecocks,” and often have merchandise printed with the phrase “Go Cocks!” Overall, USC gets an 8/10. They have a lot of attractive features but when I talked to a student in the business school one-on-one, they said that they are stingy with giving financial aid. She said she received more financial aid when she applied and got into Duke and Brown (she was a super genius).  

University of Georgia

UGA (Go Dawgs) is in Athens Georgia. They have an extreme sense of pride in their sports, and they have their own song, claiming that there’s “nothing more obnoxious than a Georgia fan.” After driving three hours from South Carolina, I was starving, but my mom found the most exquisite and delectable barbeque I had ever eaten. I felt like I was in my own house, and my grandma was cooking for me. I was fortunate enough to get free desserts, and even the owner of the business came to talk to my parents and I. He said he had cooked for Steve Harvey and other celebrities, receiving the name of “Pastor Barbeque.” The following day, I went on my tour. Similar to UNC, I felt at home on the campus. There were lots of smiles, friends greeting each other on the campus, and lots of activities I would love to participate in. Three different times on my tour, the student guiding the tour ran into their friends. I think that really showed how easy it is to make friends on campus. Also, of all the schools I toured, this one had the lowest price for out-of-state tuition and offered the most financial aid offers. The only negative aspect that I picked up on was the homeless population in the downtown area of Athens, but I am already accustomed to this as I’ve lived in Cleveland my whole life. Georgia, in my opinion, gets a 9/10.

Music is an important aspect of my life; 95% of the time, you’ll find me with an AirPod in my ear, listening to whatever I feel like. But whenever someone asks me what I’m listening to and I show them an “overrated” song, I can feel their judgment. You can’t help liking songs from mainstream artists and them being extremely well-known, but it gets a bit trickier when it comes to artists that aren’t as popular.

My favorite band is the Red Hot Chili Peppers, very popular amongst middle-aged men but not so much teenagers. While I enjoy listening to all their albums, my favorite song has to be “Can’t Stop.” Every person I’ve told that to rolls their eyes and thinks I must not be a real fan, as it’s the band’s most popular song. But I find there’s something to be found in appreciating overappreciated things.

What’s so wrong with enjoying music that’s popular? A stigma has been created around listening to songs from artists that may be too well-known, but most people forget there’s a reason some songs are so popular. I sometimes have forced myself to listen to more music from an artist of which I only like one song, for fear that I’ll be under fire for only knowing that particular song. Many times I’ve been deeply underwhelmed, and have realized most artists just are one-hit wonders. Anyone who says their favorite Nirvana song is “Dumb,” we know you’re lying; it’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit.”

So, is it really that embarrassing to enjoy popular music? Isn’t it popular for a reason? Millions of people chose to listen to that one song, and it’s not just because the album cover is cool. While I love The Chili’s “Go Robot,” “Can’t Stop’s” addictive guitar riffs can’t be beat.

In honor of the start of the clay tennis season, I felt inspired to write about my love for professional tennis. My mom and I have been watching tennis on TV for as long as I can remember, but watching on TV is nothing like being there in person. I think this rings especially true for tennis. My first experience at a pro tennis tournament was a few years ago when my mom and I decided (on a whim) to drive 4 hours to go to the Cincinnati Open for the day. Every match I watched, I was entranced by the speed of the ball and the focus on the players’ faces. I’ll remember that day forever, and I gained so much appreciation for the players and their teams.

 

After that tournament, I was obsessed, and I knew I needed to go back. I don’t know how the idea popped into my head, but the next thing I knew, I was signing up to be a ballgirl. Yes, you might be thinking it’s lame, but don’t be so quick to judge!!! Being on the court is an incredible way to watch the match, and you get to be right next to the top 10 players in the world. Working at a professional tournament is more complicated than it seems and takes a surprising amount of focus, but I won’t bore you with the details. Instead, I’ll talk about some of the most memorable moments of my 3 years as a ballgirl. 

 

1. When Grandstand (the second biggest stadium) was so packed for a night match that officials and ball people couldn’t get to the court. I’ve never seen so many people in this stadium, and it was definitely a fire hazard.
2. Being on court until 1 am for a night match – yes, it sounds tiring, but the atmosphere was electrifying. I remember how the crowd was dead silent during each point and would erupt in cheers and applause when a player hit a winner.
3. Being on the court with some of my favorite players – was probably the best part of the experience. I will say, trying to keep a straight face and focus on the match while internally freaking and fangirling was very difficult. 
4. Casually running into Novak Djokovic as he was walking around the tournament site – definitely a memorable one.
5. This one’s not exactly positive – one time, another ballgirl on my court accidentally hit a player’s head when she was opening his sun umbrella for him. Safe to say everyone who saw that was a little mortified.
6. Spending time with my friends there – everyone I’ve met at the tournament has been so fun and genuine, and they really make the experience better. 

 

Overall, becoming a ballgirl was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made – I’ve become friends with so many amazing people, I’ve been up close to some of my favorite players, and I’ve gained valuable experience.

In 1935, academic agrobiologist Trofim D. Lysenko was featured on the cover of the USSR’s state-run newspaper, Pravda. So was Stalin. Believe it or not, it was Lysenko, and not Stalin, who was placed most prominently on the cover (as pictured above). Although often forgotten, Lysenko’s cult of personality rivaled Stalin’s and afforded him immense social and political influence throughout the USSR.

Lysenko had capitalized on an almost unique historical situation. The Soviet Union’s massive size and population meant that, even as socialist policy directed investment and development to be focused on the industrial sector, a robust agricultural sector needed to be maintained. Moreover, elements of Soviet orthodoxy, especially religious, had already brought anti-Darwinism into public discourse. Lysenko was thus able to establish himself as the mastermind of a new set of agricultural techniques (“Lysenkoism”) supposedly based on Dialectical Materialist philosophy, opposed to the scientific notions of classical genetics. From there, he was able to capitalize on his close personal relationship with Stalin to influence decades of Soviet domestic policy to come.

Lysenkoism was imported, to an extent, into China. Although China shared the USSR’s massive size and population with competing interests between the traditional socialist emphasis on the rapid development of industry and the continuing necessity of a robust agricultural sector (now also supported by Mao Zedong’s unique emphasis on the role of the peasantry in the revolution), it did not have the same set of state-run bureaucratic apparati which transformed scientific discourse into practice. The USSR’s scientific community was essentially state-run and operated, and in a top-down manner, forced farmers to use Lysenkoist strategies on a large scale (by 1948, the USSR had also enshrined Lysenkoist strategy into more formal public policy with the Great Stalin Plan for the Transformation of Nature).

Expectedly, then, Lysenko had a much more limited influence in China. Lysenkoism was announced as official policy by The People’s Daily in 1952, but by 1954, Chinese scientists were allowed to publicly criticize Lysenko, and by 1956, at the Qingdao Conference, Lysenkoism was no longer considered state doctrine. Despite the fact that Lysenkoism did not influence actual farming practices as much as it did in the USSR, the adoption of Lysenkoism as state doctrine in China had similar effects as in the USSR for education, including mandates for textbook revision and the shut-down of various academic departments allegedly opposed to Lysenkoism.

Nevertheless, angular agricultural policy was also the source of political power in China, although not via Lysenkoism. Lower-stage cooperatives had existed in China for a long time, but starting almost immediately after the establishment of the People’s Republic of China in 1949, land reform laws in 1950 and 1952 ramped up the cooperatization of China’s agricultural sector. However, by 1954, the State Council ordered a halt to this process due to complaints from the peasantry regarding weather-caused poor harvests in 1953, private-sale grain taxes, and inequality.

Mao’s response was unprecedented. Up until this point, Mao could very well be considered among a handful of leaders of China. But, in 1955, Mao outmaneuvered the state checks set up to prevent absolute power and single-handedly pushed a policy into action (from start to finish) known as the “High Tide of Socialism.” Mao’s goal was full cooperatization by 1960; by the end of 1955, he had managed to implement higher-stage cooperatives in 60% of China’s agricultural sector. Mao’s ability to unilaterally push policy set the precedent of him being the singular leader above all others of China.

The “High Tide” was surprisingly successful. Mao made sure to establish incentives for large landowners to collectivize, subduing peasant anger over the process of cooperatization. Moreover, the policy led to China having more irrigable land overall as well as having higher labor productivity and less intensive land use. One of the most key reasons why Mao’s push for power via agricultural policy was so much more successful than Lysenko’s was perhaps that Mao’s innovations were organizational instead of pseudoscientific. Mao did not pretend, as Lysenko had, to have discovered a new science of agriculture.

Of course, Mao’s agricultural success turned quickly into disaster after 1958 with the Great Leap Forward and the Four Pests Campaign. This is arguably because the Great Leap Forward was successful in redirecting agricultural surplus profits into industrial investment, but this left the agricultural sector broke. 

Clearly, then, in the similar, yet worlds-apart, socialist projects of the USSR and China, agricultural policy played a surprisingly critical role in the consolidation of political power by major figures.

 

I checked the time; We had approximately twenty minutes before we needed to leave. My sister and I had a band contest at Mentor High School. I rushed upstairs scrambling in search of the appropriate all-black concert dress. Then, I ran over to the shower. I showered with urgency but I wasn’t that worried. I hopped out of the shower and quickly dried myself off. Oh no, I thought, I needed to dry my hair. Now this doesn’t seem like too big of a problem, but for someone with long, thick hair, this can take at least fifteen minutes with a regular blow dryer. Most nights I would let the hair dry on its own but for the band contest my hair needed to be dry. Luckily, my mom had a special blow dryer that could cut the time in half.

I rushed over to Mom’s room and plugged in the blow dryer. My sister came in. “Are you ready? We need to go!” I knocked something off the table with the cord of the blow dryer and felt it land on my foot. “Yeah, I’ll be ready soon just need to quickly dry my hair” I reassured her. I needed to focus on the task at hand, drying my hair as quickly as possible. As I was blowing my hair dry I noticed that my feet felt wet. Did I not dry them before I came over to her bathroom? I looked down. I saw that I was standing in a puddle of something. Was that blood? Yep, I was standing in a puddle of my own blood. Just what I need when I’m already running late. I noticed a pair of scissors on the floor beside my feet. That must have been what had fallen off the table. They must have punctured my foot when they fell. I yelled for Nora. She came over. “Can you get mom? I think my foot is bleeding.” She looked down and went to get her. I continued to dry my hair.

My mom came into the bathroom. She screamed as if she saw a dead body. “What happened?!?!” I told her calmly, “I knocked some scissors off the table and they fell on my foot.” “Oh my God”. She began feeling my left foot for where the blood might be coming from. I told her, “I think it’s the other foot”. (Both were covered in blood so it was difficult to tell at first glance). “Oh my gosh Grace!” she said, “it’s bleeding so much!”. She ran to get a towel to clean up the blood and stop the bleeding. I continued to blow dry my hair, thinking we would still go to the school in a few minutes. My sister came in. “Mom, Grace and I need to go to school, we’re going to be late.” “Dad should drive you without Grace, I think she might need to go to the ER to get stitches, her foot won’t stop bleeding” Mom responded. “Stitches?” I said, “but I’m running in the indoor state meet tomorrow, will I be able to run?” “Don’t worry you’ll be able to run but we need to get you to the ER.” She reassured me. “What are we going to do about my hair? It’s still wet?” I asked. “Don’t worry about that, you have a bloody foot that we need to take care of.” She was right, wet hair should be the least of my concerns right now. I hobbled downstairs, holding pressure on my foot, while simultaneously trying not to make the hallway and stairs look like the scene of a violent crime. Mom pulled the car out onto the driveway and I hopped inside.

When we arrived at the hospital, Mom wheel-chaired me up to the front desk of the Emergency Department and I retold the story. Then, a nurse came around and took us to a room. The nurse began to clean the wound. Of course, at this point what was previously spurting blood non-stop now had nothing to show for it but a little hole. After he left, we had to wait a while before we could see the doctor and ask if I needed stitches. In the end, stitches were not needed and all I had to show for the visit was a bandaged foot and an updated tetanus vaccine.

Ultimately, I was able to make it to the band contest. We got the highest score possible in all categories. The next day, I was able to run in the state meet and earned all-Ohio and a new personal record. The moral of the story is that everyone should embrace their clumsy side every now and then, you never know what good luck it might bring.

This spring break I spent 7 days in Cancun! During this week I enjoyed relaxing and spending time with my family. Here is a compiled list of some of my top 10 things and activities (in no particular order).

1. Sunsets
   • My hotel faced west, so every night I saw a beautiful sunset, which was much needed after spending so much time in Cleveland.
2. The new The Hunger Games book
   • I read this book in 3 days and loved every page.
3. Piña coladas by the pool
   • There’s nothing like a nice ice cold pineapple and coconut flavored beverage on a hot day.
4. Tanning
   • I LOVE THE SUN AND VITAMIN D AND BLUE SKIES AND LAYING DOWN.
5. Watching March Madness
   • My best friend goes to Duke, so this tournament I have been rooting for the blue devils!
6. The Pitt (tv show)
   • I watched all 13 episodes during my time on the plane (both on the way there and back).
7. My $10 Amazon sunglasses
   • Worn everyday, great for keeping my hair out of my face at meals, and protecting my eyes from the strong UV rays.
8. Sleeping in
   • Self-explanatory. It’s hard being a second semester senior.
9. Fish Tacos
   • YUM
10. Mariachi bands
    • Thoroughly entertaining and provide great vibes during meals.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s that time of year again when people are beginning their creative projects for The House of the Spirits. It feels like just yesterday when I was doing mine, and I know I would’ve loved inspiration during my creative process. So, I thought I would paste the lyrics from my rap last year to help ignite the creative spirit in any struggling juniors. Here’s the beat I used if you want to sing along: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4E-MepZ-0Ys (I have no control over the thumbnail, unfortunately). Additionally, here is a link to the actual rap we presented in class. Enjoy. 

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1NBx5hbeAwD7eIZoZILFVRvaLCbERCjRS/view?usp=sharing

 

Opening the book we see young Rosa die

Drank her fathers poison she could not say bye

 

Her husbando gettin money chillin in the mines

He was so angry at her after all this time

 

Couldn’t get himself what he want

Put her on display used her to flaunt

 

Esteban took a break in Tres Marias

Became their patron and their very own elitist

 

Abused the people and so many minors

Knew he made Pancha preg but he wouldn’t find-her

 

Trueba decided it was time to settle

No backlash for the girls that he meddled

 

He knew he had to tread carefully

Started second marriage in the same family

 

Clara was his second choice so they moved away

Clara ain’t really like him, never called him bae

 

Big house on the corner where we met ferula

He was hesitant but Clara said comethrough-yuh

 

Esteban angered by his wifeys silence

Wishing he could force on her a nature of compliance

 

Issue grows while they have their first baby(say blanca as ad lib)

Esteban starts to think ferula shady

 

Put it aside on his visit back to tres

Daughter blanca meets her love and his face

 

Whole family about to gain some twins

Esteban feelin guilt for his sins

 

To add onto it he kicks out his sissy

Saw her sleepin w his wife gettin frisky

 

Fore’ she leaves gives him a curse

Dyin like a dog.. He alone w no nurse

 

Despite his past esteban wins election

How he did it really got me guessin(ad lib:fraud!!)

 

Now Love birds get snitched on by Jean

Esteban looks for pedro wants him gone

 

Takes his fingers and leaves him bleedin

Forces Blanca with Jean even though she pleadin

 

Chapter 8 shows Jean’s got a dark side(ad lib:weird)

That room with the servants he could not hide

 

She runs away with clara she got empty gums

Just like pedro with his empty thumbs

 

Shortly after all Clara leaves em

Esteban’s son naked and he beats em

 

Blanca’s daugher Alba she joinin the fam

Esteban loves her and she think he the man

 

Commies win election and got all the votes

Doesn’t matter cuz the military make em choke

 

Despite his efforts Esteban losing power

He also shrinkin yeah he’s losing tower

 

Panchas son yeah he movin up

Kidnaps alba and throws her in his truck

 

Mistakes of her grandpas past yea they get her

Transito fills out her promise-makes it better

 

Alba and her gramps writin all their stories

‘specially all the wrongs and the glories

 

Esteban leaves this earth real peaceful

He shoulda gotten a death more lethal