I can't find any photos of UTEP, the University of Texas at El Paso that aren't copyrighted. It is a campus of attractive rectangular stucco buildings with red clay roofs on a hill above the bridges crossing over the Rio Grande to Juarez and surrounded by sharp, high mountains covered with desert scrub brush. The air vibrates with castanets passionate drumming, a hearty brass section and fast-paced dancers, yet it is silent. When I lived there, before 9/11 and the Homeland Security forces the bridges saw traffic back and forth of seven million people a day, many on foot.
I taught Business Law at UTEP. This is how I feel when I am telling what I have seen.
My students at the time were undergrad and graduate students in the College of Business, most of them from Juarez, with English as a second language. I realized shortly into my first semester that Spanish business language has a lot of false cognates. Not especially wanting to inadvertently teach the opposite of what I was trying, I took Spanish classes. I always registered as Felina, my private hats off to Wicked Felina, El Paso and Marty Robbins.
It was a very rewarding experience. I'd like to teach it again. I am designing a curriculum with an ethics portion examining some of the issues faced in the pharmaceutical industry.