October, 14 While working hard to finish nailing the shingles onto the roof of the garage, Mr. Beck asked me a question, "How is your Spanish Danny?". I thought that was quite an odd question because it was so out of the blue. I told him that my Spanish was understandable but not amazing and then he asked me to follow him. So I followed him down the roof and up to the upstairs of the house that was being built. Up there were three
men covered from head to toe in what looked like white paint from stomping inthe ceiling texture. Mr. Beck then asked me to talk to them. I felt very awkward at first but when they realized that I could speak Spanish they warmed up to us. I had already put my Spanish to use last summer when I helped build homes in Mexico.
Before long, one of the guys had shown me and some other students what he was doing and how to do it. Then he handed me his stamping pole and told me try it. So I grabbed the pole and rammed the sponge end of it up at the ceiling like he had shown me, however I rammed it way to hard and a ton of the white paint stuff splattered down all over my face, hair, and shoulders. It was pretty funny and as I did a few rows I began to get the hang of it. By the time I was finished, I had white paint all over me. I thought that it was really cool to be able to have the opportunity to learn a skill as fun as this and it felt good to connect with people like those guys that I otherwise would never have met.