In Mexico...

I have a number of Chicano students, and I love them dearly. For years as a kid, every afternoon playing video games with the mexican-americans up the street. I always joked with their mother that if she fed me any more, my own mother was going to get jealous.
As long as I can remember, I have gravitated toward immigrants of any stripe. I guess we share the alienated feeling. I'm not often accused of being easy to approach- quite the opposite in fact. But for whatever reason, immigrants have always gravitated to me.
We have this one "chapter book" in the class library Vampire Plague of Mexico, 1850- the book never gets checked out but it always gets looked at. And I don't want it to get checked out because it starts fantastic conversations like this one:

F: Mr.C Mr.C Mr.C Mr.C!
Me: WHAT!
F: My uncle told me that there are vampires in Mexico.
Me: That's what I've heard!
F: He says that they stick you with their claws this deep(holds up fingers) in the neck.
Me: Are you sure your uncle was not talking about a Chupacabra?
F: No, they scratch this deep (holds up fingers a little farther apart)

Or This one:

A: Did you know that in Mexico, they have witches and ghosts and Vampires?
Me: Yes I've heard they are having problems with them.
A: My Aunt has a witch that walks on her roof at night.
Me: That's creepy.
A: We tried throwing rocks at her but she keeps coming back.

Or My Favorite:

"My Aunt called my mom this morning. My cousin was riding his bike and he got attacked by a werewolf."