His report is in the form of diary entries and letters he wrote home to his mother and father. To get the best grade, students were to dress up as their subject. This is all well and good, but of course this particular requirement wasn't brought to my attention until a day or so before show time. Only one trip to the fabric store later, and we had what we needed. A sports jacket that was almost too small, a packet of gold buttons, and my favorite touch, the epaulets from the curtain trim department. He wore a pair of my cropped white jeans tucked into his dad's Frye boots.
Here's Senor Bolivar:

