Sometimes I don’t realize I’m speaking Spanish. It pops up in my sentences without my thinking, for no clear reason. I realize it afterward, because I’ve always been a recursive thinker, smiling at jokes on the way home, a day later. I don’t remember when my voice wrapped around Spanish words stopped sounding like someone else’s. I wonder what this moment was like for my students. I’m going to ask them tomorrow. They will clap for me, because we like to celebrate in my school family. I hope that they feel proud, hopeful.