M8: Tenochtitlan

     I have just bought a really fast jet. It has Jets written on it and it has a jet outside of the letters. I also bought Lambeau  Field. I am the new owner of the Green Bay Packers and the Sponsor for the New York Jets. The teams are still the same. Buying these items will help me find a new way to travel back in time. The reason I did this is because my old travel portal broke. Luckily I bought a fast jet, so I can travel at 100 trillion miles per hour and land at the year that I'm supposed to go to. My new mission is to go to the city of Tenochtitlan. There,  I will explore some of the jobs that were part of their daily life. "VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" That was the sound of 999,999,999,999 miles per hour of jet fuel.
"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I yelled out. It didn't last long. It only lasted about 10 seconds, but it was a really fun experience.
     I will know entreat some questions to people about what their job is. I feel like an interrogator asking people questions about what they do for a living. I have done this before but it never turned out the way I  planned it. Oh, there's a nice looking woman. I should ask her first.
"Excuse me, but what do you do for a living?" I asked.
"Well you should know. You've lived here all your life. NOW GET BACK TO WORK!!!!" she yelled at me.
"Geez. you don't have to be so rude. I was just asking a simple question." I said.
"WELL WHY DID YOU ASK ME A RHETORICAL QUESTION!?" yelled out the woman. Again.
"HOW IS IT A RHETORICAL QUESTION IF I DON'T KNOW THE ANSWER TO IT!!?" I yelled back.
"I DO NOT NEED TO TAKE THIS. MY MAN HAS THREE JOBS." yelled out the woman.
"What are those jobs?" I asked.
"HE FARMS, BUILDS BUILDINGS AND HE IS A SOLDIER IN TIME OF WAR!!!!!" She yelled.
"STOP YELLING, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME DEAF!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed.
"I'm sorry, It's Just I'm so mad. My daughter will not help me make tamales for a big feast." said the woman.
"I'm no woman, but maybe she's in the middle of her time of the month. How old is she?" I asked
"Not a day older than 12." she answered.
"And has she been yelling in a mad tone?" I asked.
"All day." she answered.
"Yep, she's going through an emotional change." I said.
"Oh." said the woman.
"I'll help you." I said. She said yes but there was only one problem. There wasn't any corn maize.
     I grabbed a hoe and started working. I planted corn stalks and watered them 24/7. It took at least a month for them to grow. While I was farming, she was at home cleaning the house and knitting cloth. She took care of her daughter and the turkey. She told me that her husband was in a war. That got me motivated to work harder. Her family was planning to have a big feast for when he came back.
    It is now near the end of the month and the corn is almost done growing. The next day I went out to continue farming. I found that the corn had grew the ultimate size. I grabbed about 89 pounds of corn and brought to the woman. She made corn tamales. They were ready just in time, because her husband had just arrived. He thanked me. She let me take 10 tamales. I ran back to the jet and went back to present time.
     It feels so good to help people. I learned that helping people that isn't even your family or friends, can reward you. I grew corn crops for a month and got rewarded with 10 tamales. I was so tired when I got home, so I went straight to bed.

M7: MISTAKES ARE GOOD

     I'm so exhausted. I'v only been asleep for about an hour and a half. I just can't believe how hot it is in Botswana. I even think I have a tan. In front of me was a hologram.

"Mr. Mask!" yelled out Signor Volpe.

"What is it?" I asked. Signor Volpe is the CEO of T.T.I. He's always grumpy. I even saw a trophy he had that said "Grumpiest CEO."

"You will need to go to any country of your choice, but it must be in Africa." he responded.

"What for?" I asked

"I need you to do some research for my Africa Journal. It could be on any country like I said before." responded Signor Volpe. 

"Okay I go as soon as I change." 

"No need for that. It's already tooken care of." said Signor Volpe. I look down and see a sleeveless shirt, some  basketball shorts, and some casual shoes. 

"What's that smell?' I asked 

"That is the smell of my new invention. It's a bug repellent, anti venom, antivirus, anti HIV/AIDS, sun screen lotion." responded  Signor Volpe. 

"Is it safe?" I asked.

"Of course it's safe. I wouldn't risk the lives of my employees." Responded Signor Volpe.

"How did you put the clothes on me?" I asked. But right after I finished asking my question, he was gone. I ignored the strangeness and ran straight into my portal going back to Botswana.
     As I was walking to the Okavango River Delta to get some samples of plant life, I was jumped by some citizens of Botswana. They were performers in a story that griots told. They covered my head with a cloth bag.
"You will need to tell a story of our culture and history my dear griot." said one of the performers.
"What? I'm not a griot." I responded
"Shyness will not let you escape from your job. You have so much potential to do anything you want, but your destiny and your job is to tell stories." answered the performer.
     I don't understand why they think I'm a griot. I'm not even dressed in traditional clothes. I don't even know any stories about the history and culture of Africa. What if they find out I'm not a griot and they get mad at me? What if they decide to kill me? what if they think that I brought shame to their people. How could I possibly learn a story about the history and culture of Africa without any books about them? I'm doomed. I'm going to die full of shame.
     The Lion King. The movie is based on an African story. It's about the rising of the kingdom of Mali. I'm going to tell this story, but I need to remember how it goes. These stories are like short anecdotes of the past.
"We will now begin our story of The Lion King." I yelled out. As soon as I began telling the story, there was a smooth rhythm and people dancing all around. They were acting out everything I said.
"There once was a king who was married to a woman. The king of Mali wanted to become the most powerful king, so he sacrificed a red bull. Later he met an ugly women that would make him the best king in the world. The wife got jealous of this new woman because she wanted her son to be the next king. Soon a big fight went on between the king of Mali and a witch. The King won the battle by shooting the witch with a feathered arrow. The king of Mali was known as the Lion King. This was the rise of the kingdom of Mali." I finished.  
     I left Botswana after I finished telling my story. I learned that being a griot is a fun job. It's kind of like being a director of a short movie.