About half-way through class today, one of my hispanic students looked up at me with his head tilted and eyes squinted as if he were just seeing me properly for the first time.  A veil had been lifted from his eyes...

...and he said, "Miss?..."

"Yes?"

"Are you hispanic?"

"No, Julian.  I'm not.  I'm white."

"Well... take away the blonde hair...  Yes. You could be hispanic.  You've got what it takes."

"Gracias."

"De nada."

I never found out exactly "what it takes" but I have a feeling I should just accept it and move on.