"Noooooo! My dad's coming tomorrow," I randomly thought.
Everything was so perfect, so peaceful. No stress, no one making us do stuff that we don't want, having fun, and buying stuff that my dad wouldn't let us. I love my dad, but I do admit he is strict.
Today we went shopping with my mom and with my brother because today he couldn't play with his friend as in the rest of the week. Today he had to come with us. We passed about four hours shopping! I was tired and my brother almost cried. My mom was going crazy with all the discounts!
We gathered enough clothes that we--my mom--wanted and went to the cash. My mom paid everything and then saw a women with a beautiful sweater. Her shopping instinct made her ask the lady where did she find it. My mom went directly to that place and didn't find that sweater; it was the last one. That didn't seem stop her because she bought other four sweaters. We went to the cash, again, and paid for them. I also found a blue one that my mom also liked so she decided to buy it too.
I thought we were finally done until my mom remembered my brother's sneakers. He needed ones desperately. We went to the second floor which was the kids section. We spent about half an hour on searching for the perfect ones. Nice sneakers in his size and cheap. My always searches for that. We found some black pumas in his size. (Last week he was 34 and now he's 35...) We were ready to pay them until my mom found a bedspread for her bed (I am not sure how they are called). She spent another half an hour picking until she chose a pretty one, I must admit, that cost $59.99. She wouldn't let this opportunity go by so she bought it as expected.
We were now with three big bags and we would have more if the store hadn't close. We left it at 8 o'clock because they were literaly closing the doors and with double lock. They almost kicked us out! We got home tired. I really don't know why my brother didn't sleep in the car. Today we shopped like crazy--mostly my mom...
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Boring Morning, Fun Afternoon
"What are we doing today?" I asked my mom.
"I'm not sure...Maybe we can rent a movie," she replied.
We planned to do something "fun" until my dad comes--Thursday--but is always in the afternoon because my mom works. It is good, but the bad part is that we don't do anything in the morning. Today it was really boring...Everything changed when my mom came home. She was hungry and we all ate together except my brother who was again in his friend's house. It is getting kind of old.
After lunch my mom picked up my brother because we were going out--I don't know where. My mom always gets us out in the afternoon to do something even though it is something stupid. She want to spend stuff for us--not like my dad...
My mom told my brother that we were going to the mall and eat some ice cream. You know, to pass some time together. Santiago made a fuzz because he wanted to go to the movies and watch "How to Train Your Dragon" (I wrote about it in a previous Slice of Life). My mom was planning to watch it tomorrow, but she got convinced. I had no problem because it seemed a nice movie so I agreed.
We went to Multiplaza and bought the tickets. The movie was is in 3D. There were 30 minutes of commercials! We were getting really tied of them until the freaking movie started.
"Hopefully it will be a good movie..." I thought.
We waited for 30 minutes! There a lot of commercials about the same thing--3D movies. It was really boring, but finally the guy sitting on the cloud that is always fishing appeared and the letters that spelled "DREAM WORKS" appeared. It finally started!
It was a really nice movie. I didn' want it to end. I kind of didn't like that the kid--the protagonist--lost his foot, but I didn't paid much attention to it. It is one of this animated movies that leave a moral in you. Even my mom liked it! The morning was boring, but luckily the afternoons are always fun.
"I'm not sure...Maybe we can rent a movie," she replied.
We planned to do something "fun" until my dad comes--Thursday--but is always in the afternoon because my mom works. It is good, but the bad part is that we don't do anything in the morning. Today it was really boring...Everything changed when my mom came home. She was hungry and we all ate together except my brother who was again in his friend's house. It is getting kind of old.
After lunch my mom picked up my brother because we were going out--I don't know where. My mom always gets us out in the afternoon to do something even though it is something stupid. She want to spend stuff for us--not like my dad...
My mom told my brother that we were going to the mall and eat some ice cream. You know, to pass some time together. Santiago made a fuzz because he wanted to go to the movies and watch "How to Train Your Dragon" (I wrote about it in a previous Slice of Life). My mom was planning to watch it tomorrow, but she got convinced. I had no problem because it seemed a nice movie so I agreed.
We went to Multiplaza and bought the tickets. The movie was is in 3D. There were 30 minutes of commercials! We were getting really tied of them until the freaking movie started.
"Hopefully it will be a good movie..." I thought.
We waited for 30 minutes! There a lot of commercials about the same thing--3D movies. It was really boring, but finally the guy sitting on the cloud that is always fishing appeared and the letters that spelled "DREAM WORKS" appeared. It finally started!
It was a really nice movie. I didn' want it to end. I kind of didn't like that the kid--the protagonist--lost his foot, but I didn't paid much attention to it. It is one of this animated movies that leave a moral in you. Even my mom liked it! The morning was boring, but luckily the afternoons are always fun.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Feeling a Little Sick...
"Are you going to come with me?" my mom asked me.
"Yeah, I guess...Yes," I finally said after thinking it for a little while.
What was I supposed to do the whole afternoon alone? I was really tired of doing nothing at home. My mom worked until 3 o'clock and I woke up "early" today. I had quite a lot of time to do nothing. It was really boring. I decided to watch a movie in the internet. Can you imagine I spent about two hours watching it? It was REALLY slow! I alost finished it because I didn't think of anything else to do. The afternoon was a lot more interesting compared to "all" I did in the morning.
My mom came from work and ate lunch with us. Everything is different with my mom at home. We finished eating and my mom wanted to go to find a place where our silver bowls brought from Indonesia could be polished (my grandma gave it to my dad.) I actually don't like them, but we all say to my dad that is really nice. We don't want to hut his feelings...
So we were going out and my mom took all of us. He left Santiago in his friend's house (Daniel's) so that he could not bother us. He always jumps and asks my mm for water. He is so annoying...We left him there and went to San Francisco. My mom has really good memory so she knows exactly where it was. Her throat hurt so she told me that she preferred to go to the doctor since the place was closed.
We got there and waited for quite a while because the lady was doing some paper work. We were watching TV in the waiting room or however it is called. The doctor finally came and we both followed him. He checked my mom's throat, ears, nose, and lungs. Everything was fine except her throat. She has her tonsils inflamed and the doctor told her she has acute pharyngitis. She didn't have fever, which is good, but she needs some pills to reduce the inflammation. The doctor also gave my mom a shot to make it faster.
I think she felt all right--or at least better--because we talked all the way back to home. (It was about half an hour.) We got home and found my grandma online. She lives in Canada and cannot see her very often. SHe got a computer recently so she's always online. Today we had time to talk to her and she was very excited. My mom forgot about almost all of her pain because she talked normally to my grandma. She is a really nice person. I really miss her...I hope we can see her soon.
"Yeah, I guess...Yes," I finally said after thinking it for a little while.
What was I supposed to do the whole afternoon alone? I was really tired of doing nothing at home. My mom worked until 3 o'clock and I woke up "early" today. I had quite a lot of time to do nothing. It was really boring. I decided to watch a movie in the internet. Can you imagine I spent about two hours watching it? It was REALLY slow! I alost finished it because I didn't think of anything else to do. The afternoon was a lot more interesting compared to "all" I did in the morning.
My mom came from work and ate lunch with us. Everything is different with my mom at home. We finished eating and my mom wanted to go to find a place where our silver bowls brought from Indonesia could be polished (my grandma gave it to my dad.) I actually don't like them, but we all say to my dad that is really nice. We don't want to hut his feelings...
So we were going out and my mom took all of us. He left Santiago in his friend's house (Daniel's) so that he could not bother us. He always jumps and asks my mm for water. He is so annoying...We left him there and went to San Francisco. My mom has really good memory so she knows exactly where it was. Her throat hurt so she told me that she preferred to go to the doctor since the place was closed.
We got there and waited for quite a while because the lady was doing some paper work. We were watching TV in the waiting room or however it is called. The doctor finally came and we both followed him. He checked my mom's throat, ears, nose, and lungs. Everything was fine except her throat. She has her tonsils inflamed and the doctor told her she has acute pharyngitis. She didn't have fever, which is good, but she needs some pills to reduce the inflammation. The doctor also gave my mom a shot to make it faster.
I think she felt all right--or at least better--because we talked all the way back to home. (It was about half an hour.) We got home and found my grandma online. She lives in Canada and cannot see her very often. SHe got a computer recently so she's always online. Today we had time to talk to her and she was very excited. My mom forgot about almost all of her pain because she talked normally to my grandma. She is a really nice person. I really miss her...I hope we can see her soon.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Just Normal
I heard my brother talking in the morning. He was asking my mom if he could go to his friend's house. I was laying in my bed with my eyes closed. My brother convinced my mom and was going to take a bath. He went rapidly and was ready in no more than 15 minutes. My mom and I were alone the whole morning. It was so peaceful...
I woke up before he went away.
" Good morning," I told my mom.
I usually wake up at 10:00 am on a Sunday, but today I woke up at 9:00 am. It was pretty weird, but I had time with my mom. (I had complain that my mom never passed time with me, but today she actually had the time.) We watched TV for about an hour in bed together. It was soooo quiet. We went out of bed at 11:00 am.
My mom started to make lunch at 12:00. I started watching a movie that lasted bout two hours. It wasn't such a good movie, but it wasn't bad either. It was good enough to pass some family time. We--my mom and I--ate at 2:00 pm. My brother was still in his friend's house. My mom thought he was gonna eat there but she kept some food for him in case he was hungry (he's always hungry). When we picked him up we found out that he hadn't eat anything.
So this morning was very, very peaceful. There were no shouts, no fights, no anything. We both thought it was really weird to have so much free time. Today's slice of life was shorter than usual because nothing interesting happened today. It was a pretty normal day without my dad--which is kind of a relief.
I woke up before he went away.
" Good morning," I told my mom.
I usually wake up at 10:00 am on a Sunday, but today I woke up at 9:00 am. It was pretty weird, but I had time with my mom. (I had complain that my mom never passed time with me, but today she actually had the time.) We watched TV for about an hour in bed together. It was soooo quiet. We went out of bed at 11:00 am.
My mom started to make lunch at 12:00. I started watching a movie that lasted bout two hours. It wasn't such a good movie, but it wasn't bad either. It was good enough to pass some family time. We--my mom and I--ate at 2:00 pm. My brother was still in his friend's house. My mom thought he was gonna eat there but she kept some food for him in case he was hungry (he's always hungry). When we picked him up we found out that he hadn't eat anything.
So this morning was very, very peaceful. There were no shouts, no fights, no anything. We both thought it was really weird to have so much free time. Today's slice of life was shorter than usual because nothing interesting happened today. It was a pretty normal day without my dad--which is kind of a relief.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
To the Movies!
We were heading to Multiplaza after lunch. My mom said that we were gonna watch "The Blind Side" but my brother thought we were gonna watch "How to Train your Dragon". My mom told him that we were going to decide which movie to watch when we got there. (She was going to buy the tickets for "The Blind Side" and tell Santiago there wasn't any tickets for the movie he wanted.)
We went and bought the tickets for the movie my mom wanted to see. (I also wanted to watch it so I beat my brother, ha!.)My brother complained as I thought, but we kind of convinced him. Not really, we made him watch it. He knew what it was about and told me it was very stupid.
"It is not! It is a really nice story," I replied.
He looked at me and just turn his head. I knew he didn't agree at all.
We bought the tickets but we had to wait for almost an hour so we decided to go to Nike's store. We tried to find some sneakers for my brother, but we didn't like any. He just wanted black, but we didn't. All of his shoes are black! We stayed there for what seemd half an hour. My mom checked the clock and it was time.
We went upstairs to the theaters and went in. Santiago and I always go first and find the seats while my mom buys the popcorn. The movie hadn't started yet so my mom told us--Santiago and I-- to go to the bathroom. We always have to go in the middle of the movie...In the last movie my brother really wanted to go, but my mom wouldn't take him--he had gone already. We had an empty bottle so, believe it or not, he peed on the bottle! It was hillarious. The movie had ended so the lights were turning on. My brother had his pants down! He rapidly pulled them up until someone oculd see him. This is a story that I may writet later, but not right now because I am in the middle of another one.
So we went to the bathroom before the movie. We came back just in time (there were still in the comercials). The movie was awesome and the message was very nice. (If you haven't seen it I recommend it.) My brother ended up liking it, I think, because he kept talking about it. Next week we will watch "How to Train Your Dragon." It seems good too.
We went and bought the tickets for the movie my mom wanted to see. (I also wanted to watch it so I beat my brother, ha!.)My brother complained as I thought, but we kind of convinced him. Not really, we made him watch it. He knew what it was about and told me it was very stupid.
"It is not! It is a really nice story," I replied.
He looked at me and just turn his head. I knew he didn't agree at all.
We bought the tickets but we had to wait for almost an hour so we decided to go to Nike's store. We tried to find some sneakers for my brother, but we didn't like any. He just wanted black, but we didn't. All of his shoes are black! We stayed there for what seemd half an hour. My mom checked the clock and it was time.
We went upstairs to the theaters and went in. Santiago and I always go first and find the seats while my mom buys the popcorn. The movie hadn't started yet so my mom told us--Santiago and I-- to go to the bathroom. We always have to go in the middle of the movie...In the last movie my brother really wanted to go, but my mom wouldn't take him--he had gone already. We had an empty bottle so, believe it or not, he peed on the bottle! It was hillarious. The movie had ended so the lights were turning on. My brother had his pants down! He rapidly pulled them up until someone oculd see him. This is a story that I may writet later, but not right now because I am in the middle of another one.
So we went to the bathroom before the movie. We came back just in time (there were still in the comercials). The movie was awesome and the message was very nice. (If you haven't seen it I recommend it.) My brother ended up liking it, I think, because he kept talking about it. Next week we will watch "How to Train Your Dragon." It seems good too.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Ouch...
"Do you wanna play football?" I asked my brother.
We had came from school ready to have some fun. I promised him yesterday that we were gonna play, but I had too much homework. Today did play football. Actually the only thing we did was passing the ball to each other. We "played" for about 15 minutes, then my mom came.
She brought us some "gifts". My mom bought my brother a soccer ball--his fourth one--and bought me a basketball. I have always liked basketball. I am tall so I have an advantage. We started to play soccer because my brother asked me first. (We also passed the ball to each other because we suck at soccer even though my brother thinks he's a pro...) We played for quite a while, but then my toes started hurting. I told Santiago to change sport so we started playing basketball.
From the very beginning it was a bad idea. I knew that my brother was afraid of the ball. He wasn't going to catch it. I threw the ball to him after dribbling for some time. I wanted to practice a little because I haven't played for a long time. I just play basketball in PE once in a while and the only thing that I do is shooting.
So I threw the ball to him. It wasn't strong enough because he didn't catch it on the first bounce. In the second one he extended his hands and went straight to his finger.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he shouted.
"Oh no..." I just thought.
He was crying desperately because he had hurt his finger. I came towards him to ask him if he was all right. He looked at me madly and shouted. He said that it was my fault.
"It wasn't! You were the one that didn't catch it!" I replies madly.
My mom came to see what had happened. As I thought, she asked me what had happened.
"He got hurt with the ball and he says it is my fault," I replied calmly because if I shouted she would have been mad at me. It is complicated.
My mom looked at Santiago and went back to the house. At least I didn't get in trouble this time...
We had came from school ready to have some fun. I promised him yesterday that we were gonna play, but I had too much homework. Today did play football. Actually the only thing we did was passing the ball to each other. We "played" for about 15 minutes, then my mom came.
She brought us some "gifts". My mom bought my brother a soccer ball--his fourth one--and bought me a basketball. I have always liked basketball. I am tall so I have an advantage. We started to play soccer because my brother asked me first. (We also passed the ball to each other because we suck at soccer even though my brother thinks he's a pro...) We played for quite a while, but then my toes started hurting. I told Santiago to change sport so we started playing basketball.
From the very beginning it was a bad idea. I knew that my brother was afraid of the ball. He wasn't going to catch it. I threw the ball to him after dribbling for some time. I wanted to practice a little because I haven't played for a long time. I just play basketball in PE once in a while and the only thing that I do is shooting.
So I threw the ball to him. It wasn't strong enough because he didn't catch it on the first bounce. In the second one he extended his hands and went straight to his finger.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he shouted.
"Oh no..." I just thought.
He was crying desperately because he had hurt his finger. I came towards him to ask him if he was all right. He looked at me madly and shouted. He said that it was my fault.
"It wasn't! You were the one that didn't catch it!" I replies madly.
My mom came to see what had happened. As I thought, she asked me what had happened.
"He got hurt with the ball and he says it is my fault," I replied calmly because if I shouted she would have been mad at me. It is complicated.
My mom looked at Santiago and went back to the house. At least I didn't get in trouble this time...
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Life is Not Fair, Get Used to It
I was putting on my clothes after taking a refreshing bath. Now I have to go back to work.
"Hey, when are we going to play football?" my brother asked over and over.
I was tired of it. I asked him before if he wanted to play football with me after I finshed my homework, but he took it to seriously. I did want to play with him, but tomorrow I have a test and I don't know anything! When I went down stairs my mom told me that she was going to the supermarket so I had to take care of my brother. Yuppy... He talked to me so much and I couldn't concentrate. I moved my head up and down making him think I was actually listening.
Santiago got tired of asking so he went to play alone outside. He even dared to threw the football in the window where I was studying! I was so mad that I shouted.
"SANTIAGO!"
I think he knew that I was going to tell my mom, so he stopped.
"Agh," I just said.
I went back to my work and heard some voices outside--my brother's and someone else. I checked who was it. It was one of Santiago's friends. My brother was invited to go to his house, but he had to ask my mom. I was 99.9% sure he was not going. I was wrong...
Santiago called my mom and asked her if she could go to his friend's house. He even cried! I couldn't believe he could actually go. I was so pissed off because (1) he gets what he wants when he cries, (2) he didn't behave well enough with me and my mom told him he would be grounded if he didn't obey, and (3) I would be alone while he was having fun. I remembered what my old teacher said, "Life is not fair, get used to it."
"Hey, when are we going to play football?" my brother asked over and over.
I was tired of it. I asked him before if he wanted to play football with me after I finshed my homework, but he took it to seriously. I did want to play with him, but tomorrow I have a test and I don't know anything! When I went down stairs my mom told me that she was going to the supermarket so I had to take care of my brother. Yuppy... He talked to me so much and I couldn't concentrate. I moved my head up and down making him think I was actually listening.
Santiago got tired of asking so he went to play alone outside. He even dared to threw the football in the window where I was studying! I was so mad that I shouted.
"SANTIAGO!"
I think he knew that I was going to tell my mom, so he stopped.
"Agh," I just said.
I went back to my work and heard some voices outside--my brother's and someone else. I checked who was it. It was one of Santiago's friends. My brother was invited to go to his house, but he had to ask my mom. I was 99.9% sure he was not going. I was wrong...
Santiago called my mom and asked her if she could go to his friend's house. He even cried! I couldn't believe he could actually go. I was so pissed off because (1) he gets what he wants when he cries, (2) he didn't behave well enough with me and my mom told him he would be grounded if he didn't obey, and (3) I would be alone while he was having fun. I remembered what my old teacher said, "Life is not fair, get used to it."
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
What Should I Write About?
Today's Slice of Life will be a little shorter, but I think some people may relate with this. I was just sitting down, listening to some music, thinking what should I write about today. I try to vary a little. You know, to write about something different everyday so that it doesn't get boring. I just found out how frustrating is to not know what to write. I mean, I always think what should I write about for some time, but I always get something.
Today I kept thinking, trying to find the perfect spot where I could begin my Slice of Life. I moved and moved. Put my feet on a chair, switched to another chair and went back to the same one. I really didn't know what to write about. What happened to me that was interesting? The only think that happened recently was...uhm...I don't know...
We came from picking up my dad in the airport. The only thing that came in to my mind was that he didn't bring me the Mexican junk that I asked him for. He just said that his boss was traveling with him so he couldn't bring me anything...I actually didn't think he would have time...The point was that I didn't have something that interesting to write about. I decided to write about what I just told you.
I started to write it and ereased it five minutes later. I really thought about it and realized how frustrating it is. That feeling is horrible! I thought it over and over until I wrote about what I thought. It's easy and interesting, I think. I didn't think about it anymore and started writing.
Today I kept thinking, trying to find the perfect spot where I could begin my Slice of Life. I moved and moved. Put my feet on a chair, switched to another chair and went back to the same one. I really didn't know what to write about. What happened to me that was interesting? The only think that happened recently was...uhm...I don't know...
We came from picking up my dad in the airport. The only thing that came in to my mind was that he didn't bring me the Mexican junk that I asked him for. He just said that his boss was traveling with him so he couldn't bring me anything...I actually didn't think he would have time...The point was that I didn't have something that interesting to write about. I decided to write about what I just told you.
I started to write it and ereased it five minutes later. I really thought about it and realized how frustrating it is. That feeling is horrible! I thought it over and over until I wrote about what I thought. It's easy and interesting, I think. I didn't think about it anymore and started writing.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Studying Spelling Again...
"Naty, please say this words aloud so that your brother can write them down," my mom said.
I was helping Santiago in spelling again. He has so much trouble with it...Whenever he has spelling homework or he gets his quizzes back, I know I will be busy too.
"Piece, piece, piece..."I repeated.
I always have to say each word about five times. We--Santiago and I-- do the same quiz about seven times minimum. That is hard! I also have stuff to do, you know. He has the same words wrong every single time. My mom got tired of it.
"For every mistake I will hit you. Understood?" she said roughly.
I really don't like my mom hitting my little brother, but he is very sneaky. Yesterday he was writing the words in the desk! He keeps trying to fool her, but he gets caught every time. I honestly do not understands why he keeps doing it. Why would you do it if you know that you'll be hit every time?
I think--after some experience--that he will have some of the words wrong again. I am not saying that my brother is dumb or stupid, but that he does it every afternoon. It is always the same routine. When he gets hit, I sometimes laugh. I am not making fun of him or enjoying his suffering, but his face is hilarious...It seems so fake even though he is really scared, I think.
I am not sure if he is actually scared or he's just pretending to. Maybe he wants my mom to think that he "learned" the lesson and that he will do better. I told you, he is really sneaky. If he actually learned the lesson, why did he keeps doing the same thing??? (I know I am repeating myself.) I think my mom noticed because she is now much more strict with him.
I am still dictating the same words. Santiago has trouble with the word "space". I will stop now, because we haven't finished and it will take forever till we stop. My mom looks a little stressed right now...She has to go to her English classes in half an hour. My brother now forgot another word...
I was helping Santiago in spelling again. He has so much trouble with it...Whenever he has spelling homework or he gets his quizzes back, I know I will be busy too.
"Piece, piece, piece..."I repeated.
I always have to say each word about five times. We--Santiago and I-- do the same quiz about seven times minimum. That is hard! I also have stuff to do, you know. He has the same words wrong every single time. My mom got tired of it.
"For every mistake I will hit you. Understood?" she said roughly.
I really don't like my mom hitting my little brother, but he is very sneaky. Yesterday he was writing the words in the desk! He keeps trying to fool her, but he gets caught every time. I honestly do not understands why he keeps doing it. Why would you do it if you know that you'll be hit every time?
I think--after some experience--that he will have some of the words wrong again. I am not saying that my brother is dumb or stupid, but that he does it every afternoon. It is always the same routine. When he gets hit, I sometimes laugh. I am not making fun of him or enjoying his suffering, but his face is hilarious...It seems so fake even though he is really scared, I think.
I am not sure if he is actually scared or he's just pretending to. Maybe he wants my mom to think that he "learned" the lesson and that he will do better. I told you, he is really sneaky. If he actually learned the lesson, why did he keeps doing the same thing??? (I know I am repeating myself.) I think my mom noticed because she is now much more strict with him.
I am still dictating the same words. Santiago has trouble with the word "space". I will stop now, because we haven't finished and it will take forever till we stop. My mom looks a little stressed right now...She has to go to her English classes in half an hour. My brother now forgot another word...
Monday, March 22, 2010
Almost Done!
Sorry I am talking about school stuff, but is the only thing I can think about. I am still doing that book report! I am getting really tired of it so I want to focus on something else for a moment.
Yesterday I finished the book and continued what I had of the book report. It is pretty long--three pages until now--and I haven't finished it! I still have some work to do...What I am doing is accelerating some of the facts and skipping some information that is not that important. I just go to the point and go on.
"Nobody has read the book, I think, so they won't know that I am skipping some of the book," I thought sneakily.
Not many people in my Spanish class have at least chosen a book. I am kind of advanced, but I haven't finished the book yet. The report is due tomorrow! I know I have been saying this all the weekend, but soon it is going to be over. Tomorrow I am going to change theme.
Sorry that today's Slice of Life is short, but I needed to let it out. Now I am a little bit more relaxed. The only thing that I have in my mind now is that it will be over SOON!
Yesterday I finished the book and continued what I had of the book report. It is pretty long--three pages until now--and I haven't finished it! I still have some work to do...What I am doing is accelerating some of the facts and skipping some information that is not that important. I just go to the point and go on.
"Nobody has read the book, I think, so they won't know that I am skipping some of the book," I thought sneakily.
Not many people in my Spanish class have at least chosen a book. I am kind of advanced, but I haven't finished the book yet. The report is due tomorrow! I know I have been saying this all the weekend, but soon it is going to be over. Tomorrow I am going to change theme.
Sorry that today's Slice of Life is short, but I needed to let it out. Now I am a little bit more relaxed. The only thing that I have in my mind now is that it will be over SOON!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Why is School so Difficult?
"I have to read..." I thought lamely.
I have to do a book report for Tuesday on an Spanish book. I haven't finish that freaking book! I knew I had to finish reading it this weekend. I won't do it on Monday. I hate reading boring books and even more when I am forced to. I prefer science fiction and written in English. It is horrible to read with deadlines pressuring in the whiteboard because it is now homework and not for fun. I read some stuff for fun. I am not a reading fan or anything, but when I get interested in something I finish it in short time. For example, I love Harry Potter. I have had read six out of the seven books. ( I just have to finish the fifth one.) The seventh one I read it twice and in about a week.
So I had to finish the book today. It was kind of short compared to J.K. Rowling's work, but it okay. I am reading Narnia's sixth book, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair. (As you may see I like fiction books.) I had to read it in Spanish so it doesn't sound as entertaining as in English. The books are always better in English because the translation into Spanish is shorter and it doesn't have that amount of details.
I read the book anyways expecting it to be a little better. It wasn't awesome but not bad either. Like I said, it was okay. I finally finished reading it today in the swimming pool. I dared myself to finished it before going in the pool. It was really hot which made me read faster. I knew that if I went into the pool I wouldn't go back and read.
I felt much more relaxed after I finished that book. I didn't think of all the work that I still had to do. I just focused on enjoying my accomplishment. When we got home my mom congratulated me. I felt so proud of myself...But then she just had to ruin the moment.
"Honey, but don't you have to do the book report on what you just read?" she said innocently.
"Nooooooooooooooo!" I thought.
That freaking report! I totally forgot about it. I just did half of the work. I did the "easy" part. Now I have to kind of re-read the book to write the report. It sucks! I have the beginning of it already, so I decided to finish it tomorrow. I am actually not sure if I should leave all for tomorrow. I think I should at least do some more today. I don't feel like doing a lot of work tomorrow. I will have to do the report and tomorrow's homework. Why is school so difficult?
I have to do a book report for Tuesday on an Spanish book. I haven't finish that freaking book! I knew I had to finish reading it this weekend. I won't do it on Monday. I hate reading boring books and even more when I am forced to. I prefer science fiction and written in English. It is horrible to read with deadlines pressuring in the whiteboard because it is now homework and not for fun. I read some stuff for fun. I am not a reading fan or anything, but when I get interested in something I finish it in short time. For example, I love Harry Potter. I have had read six out of the seven books. ( I just have to finish the fifth one.) The seventh one I read it twice and in about a week.
So I had to finish the book today. It was kind of short compared to J.K. Rowling's work, but it okay. I am reading Narnia's sixth book, The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair. (As you may see I like fiction books.) I had to read it in Spanish so it doesn't sound as entertaining as in English. The books are always better in English because the translation into Spanish is shorter and it doesn't have that amount of details.
I read the book anyways expecting it to be a little better. It wasn't awesome but not bad either. Like I said, it was okay. I finally finished reading it today in the swimming pool. I dared myself to finished it before going in the pool. It was really hot which made me read faster. I knew that if I went into the pool I wouldn't go back and read.
I felt much more relaxed after I finished that book. I didn't think of all the work that I still had to do. I just focused on enjoying my accomplishment. When we got home my mom congratulated me. I felt so proud of myself...But then she just had to ruin the moment.
"Honey, but don't you have to do the book report on what you just read?" she said innocently.
"Nooooooooooooooo!" I thought.
That freaking report! I totally forgot about it. I just did half of the work. I did the "easy" part. Now I have to kind of re-read the book to write the report. It sucks! I have the beginning of it already, so I decided to finish it tomorrow. I am actually not sure if I should leave all for tomorrow. I think I should at least do some more today. I don't feel like doing a lot of work tomorrow. I will have to do the report and tomorrow's homework. Why is school so difficult?
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Two Movies in a Row
I came back from school excited that it was finally Friday. I prefer to do homework on Friday's because then I can have fun the whole weekend. I took out my books and everything and started to do the Spanish homework, the easiest one first. I just wanted to finish it and go on with the real work. I was now just going to finish it and my mom comes.
"Do you want to see Alice in Wonderland? I am gonna take Santiago," she said.
Uhm...Do I go or not? I have to finish a math test on Monday, I have history homework, I have to read an Spanish book for Tuesday and have the book report ready, and I have to study for the English test. I was just thinking about the easy homework so I did go. I totally forgto about all of those tests and the book report. I haven't finished that freaking book! I need to have the report due on Tuesday...I know I can read the whole book on the weekend, but I didn't want work...
I went and it was a, uhm, pretty weird movie (at least it was for me). I kind of expected to be like that, so it wasn't that surprising. It has really different special effects and has a good actor (Johny Depp). I just wanted to know how it was. I wasn't that passionate about watching it.
I got home at about 7:30 pm and ,y dad came at 8:45. He had rented a movie, 2012. I didn't think I just wanted to see it. My dad said it was stressing, and I agree. It was just suspense the entre movie. It was a great movie though. I went to sleep at 12:00. I didn't post the Slice of Life, but I did write it on my blogg. Sorry I didn't post it on time Mrs. Brown...
"Do you want to see Alice in Wonderland? I am gonna take Santiago," she said.
Uhm...Do I go or not? I have to finish a math test on Monday, I have history homework, I have to read an Spanish book for Tuesday and have the book report ready, and I have to study for the English test. I was just thinking about the easy homework so I did go. I totally forgto about all of those tests and the book report. I haven't finished that freaking book! I need to have the report due on Tuesday...I know I can read the whole book on the weekend, but I didn't want work...
I went and it was a, uhm, pretty weird movie (at least it was for me). I kind of expected to be like that, so it wasn't that surprising. It has really different special effects and has a good actor (Johny Depp). I just wanted to know how it was. I wasn't that passionate about watching it.
I got home at about 7:30 pm and ,y dad came at 8:45. He had rented a movie, 2012. I didn't think I just wanted to see it. My dad said it was stressing, and I agree. It was just suspense the entre movie. It was a great movie though. I went to sleep at 12:00. I didn't post the Slice of Life, but I did write it on my blogg. Sorry I didn't post it on time Mrs. Brown...
Ooops...
I her some steps approximating my room. My mom entered to wake me up.
"Good morning. I woke you up today because you have to read. Remember all of the homework you have to do...Oh and at what time are we going to the Causeway?"
Causeway??? What? She didn't forget. I stayed still and looking asleep until she was gone. Causeway? I started to think all of the bad things about this day...Then something good popped into my mind.
"At least we are going to pass some time together..."
I complained to her the other day that we didn't pass much time together now. Now she was working or with her English classes. And in the afternoon she just studied with my brother for about three hours while I was doing my homework. I guess that is why she wants to go to the Causeway. (My brother has a party almost the whole day so we are going to be alone!)
I decided to wake up and suddenly, after thinking what I was gonna do throughout the day, I remembered about the Slice of Life. I forgot to link it! I was thinking what was I doing yesterday so that I forgot. I saw two movies! (It is yesterday's Slice of Life.) I went to bed at 12:00 am. Sorry Mrs. Brown! I did yesterday's Slice of Life...
"Good morning. I woke you up today because you have to read. Remember all of the homework you have to do...Oh and at what time are we going to the Causeway?"
Causeway??? What? She didn't forget. I stayed still and looking asleep until she was gone. Causeway? I started to think all of the bad things about this day...Then something good popped into my mind.
"At least we are going to pass some time together..."
I complained to her the other day that we didn't pass much time together now. Now she was working or with her English classes. And in the afternoon she just studied with my brother for about three hours while I was doing my homework. I guess that is why she wants to go to the Causeway. (My brother has a party almost the whole day so we are going to be alone!)
I decided to wake up and suddenly, after thinking what I was gonna do throughout the day, I remembered about the Slice of Life. I forgot to link it! I was thinking what was I doing yesterday so that I forgot. I saw two movies! (It is yesterday's Slice of Life.) I went to bed at 12:00 am. Sorry Mrs. Brown! I did yesterday's Slice of Life...
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Struggling with Homework
I sat down in my desk "ready" to do homework. (I just wanted to get over it.) I have a test on math tomorrow, homework on history for Monday, and the slice of life that I am doing right now. I am a little busy this afternoon since I have a test tomorrow. Okay, I am very busy and frustrated. I didn't have math class today because we left school early. It's not that I don't like it, but I don't understand anything for the test!
We were supposed to check the answers of the test review assigned yesterday for homework today and ask questions for the test tomorrow. (Many of us didn't understand half of what we answered!) The only thing that Mrs. Culberson did was giving us the answers of the review. She told us to study for TOMORROW! Instead of postponing the test knowing that may people have a lot of questions and that we did not have class today, she gives us the answers and expects us to understand it. How are we going to study stuff that we don't understand? I will be fair, she also said that she will answer our questions before the test.
I was planning to ask my dad, an experienced engineer that knows everything about math, but he is in Neiba (Colombia)! Luckily he's coming today at 7:30 pm, but I don't know at what time he's gonna get home because of the traffic... The point is that I will ask him tonight.
I wrote this slice of life to get away from math for a while. There are five pages that I have to study for! I know that I sound a little pissed off. Okay, really pissed off, but tomorrow I will write about something different than school stuff ( I'll try). I think I may talk about all the cool stuff that my dad brought from Colombia.
We were supposed to check the answers of the test review assigned yesterday for homework today and ask questions for the test tomorrow. (Many of us didn't understand half of what we answered!) The only thing that Mrs. Culberson did was giving us the answers of the review. She told us to study for TOMORROW! Instead of postponing the test knowing that may people have a lot of questions and that we did not have class today, she gives us the answers and expects us to understand it. How are we going to study stuff that we don't understand? I will be fair, she also said that she will answer our questions before the test.
I was planning to ask my dad, an experienced engineer that knows everything about math, but he is in Neiba (Colombia)! Luckily he's coming today at 7:30 pm, but I don't know at what time he's gonna get home because of the traffic... The point is that I will ask him tonight.
I wrote this slice of life to get away from math for a while. There are five pages that I have to study for! I know that I sound a little pissed off. Okay, really pissed off, but tomorrow I will write about something different than school stuff ( I'll try). I think I may talk about all the cool stuff that my dad brought from Colombia.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Oh Men...
"Three more pages to go," I thought.
I was doing my science homework which was pretty long. I had to do the notes of a new section about rockets. It was very long and boring. I almost didn't understand what I was writing! I wasn't actually paying much attention. What I always do is write down what seems important in every paragraph. I usually end up writing much of it, but I always get 10/10.
I had three assignments for today: the science notes, test review, and the slice of life! I was getting a "little" stressed because I was still doing the notes. Today I had Crossfire, but I had a lot to do. I wanted to go, but I didn't want to sleep at 11:00 (at least that was what I thought). I didn't know what to do. Crossfire is like a time with God that the church were I attend (Crossroads Bible Church) organizes for the youth every Wednesday. I am Christian so, unlike other teens, I do try to be good and follow God. So I wanted to go, but I had a lot of things to do.
"What do I do???" I thought.
I decided to stay at home doing homework. I guess I did the wrong choice. I finished my homework--except the Slice of Life--at 7:30! I would have had time to finish my homework and don't sleep that late! I was kind of disappointed of myself. Crossfire is form 6:00-8:00. I would have got home at 8:30 and continue doing my homework. I would have finished about 9:45-10:00 and slept at 10:30.
"Oh men..." I thought. "I would have had enough time!"
I was doing my science homework which was pretty long. I had to do the notes of a new section about rockets. It was very long and boring. I almost didn't understand what I was writing! I wasn't actually paying much attention. What I always do is write down what seems important in every paragraph. I usually end up writing much of it, but I always get 10/10.
I had three assignments for today: the science notes, test review, and the slice of life! I was getting a "little" stressed because I was still doing the notes. Today I had Crossfire, but I had a lot to do. I wanted to go, but I didn't want to sleep at 11:00 (at least that was what I thought). I didn't know what to do. Crossfire is like a time with God that the church were I attend (Crossroads Bible Church) organizes for the youth every Wednesday. I am Christian so, unlike other teens, I do try to be good and follow God. So I wanted to go, but I had a lot of things to do.
"What do I do???" I thought.
I decided to stay at home doing homework. I guess I did the wrong choice. I finished my homework--except the Slice of Life--at 7:30! I would have had time to finish my homework and don't sleep that late! I was kind of disappointed of myself. Crossfire is form 6:00-8:00. I would have got home at 8:30 and continue doing my homework. I would have finished about 9:45-10:00 and slept at 10:30.
"Oh men..." I thought. "I would have had enough time!"
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Technology...
I opened my math notebook and my head began to fill with numbers and problems that I didn't understand. I have a test on Friday, so Mrs. Culberson gave us a review test. It is very difficult and she said that we are expected to search for it if. We have no clue how to do all of those problems. It is hard to be in the Honors class.
We were all busy doing homework and my mom randomly said,
"My dad!"
She noticed my "What are you taking about" face and she immediately said that today was my grandpa's birthday. She usually calls him, but not today.
My mom's parents live in Ontario, Canada. Luckily they got a computer recently but they have no idea how to use it. They didn't even know how to move the mouse! They never had a computer before or even have an idea how to use it. This was something really new for them. The only thing that my uncle, my mom's brother, taught them was how to use skype. He lives there because of some other problems he has--long story--but he knows about technology. He was the one that gave my grandparents the computer. They just wanted a computer to communicate with is since we are always moving plus they also wanted to see us.
My mom told me to check if my grandma was online and, if she was, call her. Apparently she was online so I did as I was told. She answered sooner than what I expected.
"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." my brother, my mom and I sang.
My grandpa is not the person that cries when he know someone remembered his birthday. He simply thanked us, talked to us for a minute or so and went back to the sofa to watch TV.
I personally thought that he will react a little happier, but he's not that type of person. My mom didn't seem surprised at all. It is kind of expected. I mean, he's my mom's father. We congratulated him and everything and went back to our business. My grandma kept watching us excitingly
We were all busy doing homework and my mom randomly said,
"My dad!"
She noticed my "What are you taking about" face and she immediately said that today was my grandpa's birthday. She usually calls him, but not today.
My mom's parents live in Ontario, Canada. Luckily they got a computer recently but they have no idea how to use it. They didn't even know how to move the mouse! They never had a computer before or even have an idea how to use it. This was something really new for them. The only thing that my uncle, my mom's brother, taught them was how to use skype. He lives there because of some other problems he has--long story--but he knows about technology. He was the one that gave my grandparents the computer. They just wanted a computer to communicate with is since we are always moving plus they also wanted to see us.
My mom told me to check if my grandma was online and, if she was, call her. Apparently she was online so I did as I was told. She answered sooner than what I expected.
"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." my brother, my mom and I sang.
My grandpa is not the person that cries when he know someone remembered his birthday. He simply thanked us, talked to us for a minute or so and went back to the sofa to watch TV.
I personally thought that he will react a little happier, but he's not that type of person. My mom didn't seem surprised at all. It is kind of expected. I mean, he's my mom's father. We congratulated him and everything and went back to our business. My grandma kept watching us excitingly
Monday, March 15, 2010
Back to My Sport
I just finished changing to my PE uniform and was ready to start (not actually). We were playing basketball today.
"Hey, we are playing your sport today hu?" someone said to me.
I like basketball and I've played it for some time. I think I am good at it, but I don't brag like other people do. I just stayed calmed and ready to play.
I thought I would be okay today, even though I haven't pracriced for quite some time. I was wrong. I didn't suck, but I wasn't as good as always. They didn't pass me the ball as often as before (almost not at all...) I was quite disappointed of myself. I knew I wouldn't do awesome, but I thought I would do a little better.
We kept playing and we won every game, but I didn't do anything. I just sweated the whole time...I blocked and everything, but I didn't shoot (the fun part). I was getting tired of it until I stopped. I didn't do anything in a game and we lost.
"Ha!" I thought. "They need me. They lost in the only game were I did not play."
I know I was trying to convince myslef, but i kept thinking the same thing. I may not look like that on the outside, but I also have my bad moments you know.
I got bored of doing nothing so I kept on playing. I didn't shoot or anything, but I blocked. I woudn't give up even though I wasn't the "main" player.
"Hey, we are playing your sport today hu?" someone said to me.
I like basketball and I've played it for some time. I think I am good at it, but I don't brag like other people do. I just stayed calmed and ready to play.
I thought I would be okay today, even though I haven't pracriced for quite some time. I was wrong. I didn't suck, but I wasn't as good as always. They didn't pass me the ball as often as before (almost not at all...) I was quite disappointed of myself. I knew I wouldn't do awesome, but I thought I would do a little better.
We kept playing and we won every game, but I didn't do anything. I just sweated the whole time...I blocked and everything, but I didn't shoot (the fun part). I was getting tired of it until I stopped. I didn't do anything in a game and we lost.
"Ha!" I thought. "They need me. They lost in the only game were I did not play."
I know I was trying to convince myslef, but i kept thinking the same thing. I may not look like that on the outside, but I also have my bad moments you know.
I got bored of doing nothing so I kept on playing. I didn't shoot or anything, but I blocked. I woudn't give up even though I wasn't the "main" player.
My Opinion on Lord of the Flies
I didn't hate the novel, but I didn't love it either. It was okay. If I had to choose a book, I don't think I would choose Lord of the Flies. I wouldn't understand it and it isn't the kind of book I would usually read. I mean, it is a good book for the people that understand it and know what it is about. For example it uses very "unusual" vocabulary. A word that was mentioned at the end was "ululation". If I really would want to understand the story perfectly I would search for every meanings of every word I don't know, but I wasn't that interested. I would want to know some of them and I did search for them, but not all of them. There were quite a lot.
I am not saying that I dislike it. It was interesting and with a lot of action, a different action, but you have to understand it. For example, I didn't know that Simon died because of all of the weird words and all the mystery until Mrs. Brown explained it to us. Golden's way of writing is different than what I have read. He writes a scene as if we were there and goes on assuming that what he said, barely in my opinion, is enough to understand what happened.
This book is made for good readers. I mean people that understand different ways of writing. I admit I am not one of those people. I am just a reader. I read books that seem interesting for me, which are unfortunately not many... I know I have to start to read more and different types.
I think this book is "different" in a good way. It makes the reader think a lot, during the story. An avid reader can easily understand this book. This book is meant to be reviewed over and over because every time you get something new. You read it in a different perspective because you know what will happen, but you can discover more every time. I think that this book is good for people to debate over it because of all of its different meanings.
I am not saying that I dislike it. It was interesting and with a lot of action, a different action, but you have to understand it. For example, I didn't know that Simon died because of all of the weird words and all the mystery until Mrs. Brown explained it to us. Golden's way of writing is different than what I have read. He writes a scene as if we were there and goes on assuming that what he said, barely in my opinion, is enough to understand what happened.
This book is made for good readers. I mean people that understand different ways of writing. I admit I am not one of those people. I am just a reader. I read books that seem interesting for me, which are unfortunately not many... I know I have to start to read more and different types.
I think this book is "different" in a good way. It makes the reader think a lot, during the story. An avid reader can easily understand this book. This book is meant to be reviewed over and over because every time you get something new. You read it in a different perspective because you know what will happen, but you can discover more every time. I think that this book is good for people to debate over it because of all of its different meanings.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
"Busy" Day
We just finished eating lunch and my mom was already rushing. She had to go to a Real State Fair in Atlapa. We were going to church afterward so she had to go "early" to do something. We went all because my dad wouldn't let us alone at home and he wanted to be with my mom. We were kind of tire and bored...
When we got there we saw a lot of people from all over the world, as we expected. We find my mom's spot in at the very end. My mom settled down and was ready to work. My dad just checked the stand out and went away to check everything, my brother went to find food everywhere. He ate a mini sandwich, mini hamburger, mini hot-dog and a mini brownie. I know, everything mini. I was just sitting down looking at everyone that my mom talked to. She was very busy.
My dad had to change a shirt that he bought in Multiplaza. He used his "trip" to eat some ice cream (with my brother), checked some shoes, and just walk around. In the other hand, I was just sitting down, a little bored, looking at my mom so busy. She even got hot when I was freezing! I wanted to call my dad because I told him to buy a milkshake for me. But my mom told me not to, because then we will be stress us; he and my brother.
I waited for my milkshake for about two hours. I also walked around a little, but it wasn't very interesting (for me). I waited and waited until they finally came. I looked eagerly at them because I wanted my milkshake! They came with my dad's new shirt, which was pretty nice, and two milkshakes for my mom and I. I know, another busy afternoon (for my mom).
When we got there we saw a lot of people from all over the world, as we expected. We find my mom's spot in at the very end. My mom settled down and was ready to work. My dad just checked the stand out and went away to check everything, my brother went to find food everywhere. He ate a mini sandwich, mini hamburger, mini hot-dog and a mini brownie. I know, everything mini. I was just sitting down looking at everyone that my mom talked to. She was very busy.
My dad had to change a shirt that he bought in Multiplaza. He used his "trip" to eat some ice cream (with my brother), checked some shoes, and just walk around. In the other hand, I was just sitting down, a little bored, looking at my mom so busy. She even got hot when I was freezing! I wanted to call my dad because I told him to buy a milkshake for me. But my mom told me not to, because then we will be stress us; he and my brother.
I waited for my milkshake for about two hours. I also walked around a little, but it wasn't very interesting (for me). I waited and waited until they finally came. I looked eagerly at them because I wanted my milkshake! They came with my dad's new shirt, which was pretty nice, and two milkshakes for my mom and I. I know, another busy afternoon (for my mom).
Saturday, March 13, 2010
"Okay" Morning
There I was, still in bed. I went to sleep at 11:00 o'clock yesterday thinking that I would have to wake up early the next day (thank Goodness I didn't). I heard some steps and it was my mom that was going to choose what to wear today. I slept in my parents bedroom with my brother because they went to the movies. We did whatever we wanted.
So, I heard my mom and when she went to the bathroom I checked what time it was. 9:30.
"Wow...And my dad hasn't come to wake me up," I thought.
My dad cannot resist to see me sleeping. He always tells my mom to wake me up. He thinks I waste time sleeping. He says that I should be doing exercise or something. The thing is that I kept sleeping.
I woke up again and this time there was nobody in the room. I checked the clock again and it was 10:45! I slept almost 12 hours... Actually I didn't care so I kept sleeping. This great morning and time of relax was over...My dad had come...
"Honey. It is time to wake up. It is already 11:00 o'clock. Come on," he said.
He does not know how to wake me up...Who would like to be awoken up like that? My mom uses her kind voice and just gives me a kiss in my chick. I just turn and keep sleeping, but at least I am in a good mood. With my dad waking up is stressing...I am not trying to make people think that I hate my dad or that he is the worst person on Earth, but that he is a difficult but good person. Today he let me sleep late. That is almost a miracle! The beginning of the day was...okay.
So, I heard my mom and when she went to the bathroom I checked what time it was. 9:30.
"Wow...And my dad hasn't come to wake me up," I thought.
My dad cannot resist to see me sleeping. He always tells my mom to wake me up. He thinks I waste time sleeping. He says that I should be doing exercise or something. The thing is that I kept sleeping.
I woke up again and this time there was nobody in the room. I checked the clock again and it was 10:45! I slept almost 12 hours... Actually I didn't care so I kept sleeping. This great morning and time of relax was over...My dad had come...
"Honey. It is time to wake up. It is already 11:00 o'clock. Come on," he said.
He does not know how to wake me up...Who would like to be awoken up like that? My mom uses her kind voice and just gives me a kiss in my chick. I just turn and keep sleeping, but at least I am in a good mood. With my dad waking up is stressing...I am not trying to make people think that I hate my dad or that he is the worst person on Earth, but that he is a difficult but good person. Today he let me sleep late. That is almost a miracle! The beginning of the day was...okay.
Friday, March 12, 2010
10 Minutes Ago...
"Please get the OFF! from the golf clubs," my mom told me.
My dad and my mom were outside having some time together. They had just come from watching a scary movie...We didn't go (my brother and I). We just stayed here watching TV. I didn't think of homework at all the entire afternoon. I just ate junk with my brother and watched some old cartoons.
After about two hours and a half I herd some steps. I was in the living room and my parents had just come. I closed my eyes, stretched my feet and pretended to be asleep. They entered and my dad was the first to talk.
"Honey?"
I did not answer.
"Honey?" he repeated.
I didn't answer because I was supposed to be asleep. I always do that so they suspected of me.
"Are you uncomfortable or are you awake?" my dad asked again.
"Buuuu!" I shouted. My dad saw that coming.
After all of this conversation my dad had the brilliant idea to drink a some wind outside with my mom. He let the window open and a lot of mosquitoes went in! Now I am all beaten by them.
The point is that my mom told me to go for the repellent in the garage and I saw my laptop. The Slice of Life! I have totally forgotten! I grabbed my laptop and went to middle minds. I was prepared to tart writing, but I didn't know what to write. I notices that is a little hard to just write something different everyday. I thought about it a lot and nothing came to my mind.
"Mmm..." I kept thinking.
What can I possibly write about? The only thing that I could think about was what I was doing so here I am. I wrote what passed about 10 minutes ago. This was my Slice of Life.
My dad and my mom were outside having some time together. They had just come from watching a scary movie...We didn't go (my brother and I). We just stayed here watching TV. I didn't think of homework at all the entire afternoon. I just ate junk with my brother and watched some old cartoons.
After about two hours and a half I herd some steps. I was in the living room and my parents had just come. I closed my eyes, stretched my feet and pretended to be asleep. They entered and my dad was the first to talk.
"Honey?"
I did not answer.
"Honey?" he repeated.
I didn't answer because I was supposed to be asleep. I always do that so they suspected of me.
"Are you uncomfortable or are you awake?" my dad asked again.
"Buuuu!" I shouted. My dad saw that coming.
After all of this conversation my dad had the brilliant idea to drink a some wind outside with my mom. He let the window open and a lot of mosquitoes went in! Now I am all beaten by them.
The point is that my mom told me to go for the repellent in the garage and I saw my laptop. The Slice of Life! I have totally forgotten! I grabbed my laptop and went to middle minds. I was prepared to tart writing, but I didn't know what to write. I notices that is a little hard to just write something different everyday. I thought about it a lot and nothing came to my mind.
"Mmm..." I kept thinking.
What can I possibly write about? The only thing that I could think about was what I was doing so here I am. I wrote what passed about 10 minutes ago. This was my Slice of Life.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
It is so HOT!
"We will come back at 12:55," the coach said.
We were going to watch the soccer game (AASCA). The sub-18 boys were playing against some boys from Guatemala. The sun was shining so much...It was so HOT! All of us were boiling in there.
We sat down in the border where all of the sun came straight to us. We were sweating while we were sitting there doing nothing!
"Even when I don't do PE i sweat..." Natalia G. said.
I know what she means. When we have free days I just chill out and I sweat! I am getting too tired of this weather...Panama is just so humid!
We waited almost 15 minutes until the game started. There were the high school students in the left and the "others" in the right. The high school students were cheering while we were just sitting down complaining about the sun. It is reasonable. I mean, they were under some shade and sitting down in actual chairs, we were sitting down in the grass.
There was so much sun that I almost felt like fried chicken. Many people even bought gatorades! ( I didn't have money...) The game finally started and everyone changed their faces (most of them tired) and put their eyes on the field. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the sun and all of the "disadvantages". I really don't think so.
We were going to watch the soccer game (AASCA). The sub-18 boys were playing against some boys from Guatemala. The sun was shining so much...It was so HOT! All of us were boiling in there.
We sat down in the border where all of the sun came straight to us. We were sweating while we were sitting there doing nothing!
"Even when I don't do PE i sweat..." Natalia G. said.
I know what she means. When we have free days I just chill out and I sweat! I am getting too tired of this weather...Panama is just so humid!
We waited almost 15 minutes until the game started. There were the high school students in the left and the "others" in the right. The high school students were cheering while we were just sitting down complaining about the sun. It is reasonable. I mean, they were under some shade and sitting down in actual chairs, we were sitting down in the grass.
There was so much sun that I almost felt like fried chicken. Many people even bought gatorades! ( I didn't have money...) The game finally started and everyone changed their faces (most of them tired) and put their eyes on the field. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the sun and all of the "disadvantages". I really don't think so.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
In the Way to Field Day
It was 9:00 am and I was still in the Embassy (again). We had to take the pictures and they will just give it to us in about 15-20 minutes. It was quick. I really wanted to leave because today was Field Day. The only day that we can have fun and I was stuck in there.
"Natalia Mesa?" the lady asked
"Yes?"
"You can pass now."
They were going to take me the picture. I didn't smile because I thought we couldn't, then I saw my brother's and he totally smiled. He looked good compared to me...All of us went there for the photos except my dad. They already had a picture (you could tell he had come a lot of times).
20 minutes passed and the same lady called us all. We now had our visas for 10 years! We had to explain my dad how to get back to his office because he had no idea how we even got there. His driver always brings him, but he never pays attention to anything but his cellphone. Oh by the way, he had to follow us to get to the Embassy because he will never get the courage to ask somebody.
We were now going to the school and I had to take my brother to the elementary office (again). He was told where to go and I went back to the car. My mom left me in the middle school building. I had no idea where to go because I came late. I came to Mrs. Scott (again) and she gave me a pass. She also gave me a red shirt (Drago's).
"Uhm...Mrs. Scott?" I asked timidly
"Yes?"
"Where should I go now? I'm in Drago..."
"Oh, okay. Uhm, let me check," she replied searching for the schedule.
They were going to play soccer. I went directly to the soccer filed and everyone was coming from playing dodge ball which is a relief because I hate it. I finally found my tribe and continued my day normally. I lost a lot of activities, but at least I got there.
"Natalia Mesa?" the lady asked
"Yes?"
"You can pass now."
They were going to take me the picture. I didn't smile because I thought we couldn't, then I saw my brother's and he totally smiled. He looked good compared to me...All of us went there for the photos except my dad. They already had a picture (you could tell he had come a lot of times).
20 minutes passed and the same lady called us all. We now had our visas for 10 years! We had to explain my dad how to get back to his office because he had no idea how we even got there. His driver always brings him, but he never pays attention to anything but his cellphone. Oh by the way, he had to follow us to get to the Embassy because he will never get the courage to ask somebody.
We were now going to the school and I had to take my brother to the elementary office (again). He was told where to go and I went back to the car. My mom left me in the middle school building. I had no idea where to go because I came late. I came to Mrs. Scott (again) and she gave me a pass. She also gave me a red shirt (Drago's).
"Uhm...Mrs. Scott?" I asked timidly
"Yes?"
"Where should I go now? I'm in Drago..."
"Oh, okay. Uhm, let me check," she replied searching for the schedule.
They were going to play soccer. I went directly to the soccer filed and everyone was coming from playing dodge ball which is a relief because I hate it. I finally found my tribe and continued my day normally. I lost a lot of activities, but at least I got there.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Checking...
"Santiago's Weather Journal"
That was the first thing I saw in my little brother's folder. I always check his folder in the car to see what he has improved or what he needs to improve. We were coming from my piano lessons. My brother supposedly waited with my mom in the car. (I really do not think they will stay there for an entire hour)
"Ahhh! What is this?" I asked Santiago.
"Oh, it's a tornado. Do you like it?" he made his puppy face.
I didn't want to offend him (not that much) so I just forced a smile. He knew exactly what I thought. He didn't pay much attention because I always reply like that when I don't like his stuff.
I kept going through the papers. The first one had two mistakes. The easiest mistakes. I made a face of disapproval. Santiago knew I would totally tell my mom what he got. Sometimes I just love being the old one. It had a face that said "keep trying" and another one that said "STOP. Check your work." He does everything in a hurry. Every single teacher says that he is very smart and all that, but he gets distracted very easily. My mom says that if a fly goes by he would look at it with his mouth wide open and he won't finish his work. That had happened (often) at school. I don't think it was a fly, but his friends.
I kept going on and on...Every single paper had one of those two faces except for one. Finally he didn't get any faces, but a bear that said "TERRIFIC!" Finally all of our effort was shown. I also saw another improvement in his grammar. He practices "Fixing the sentence below" everyday and he get everyday some kind of mistake. Thank Goodness he finally got it all right.
"Yesssss!" I said in the car. Santiago even looked a little alarmed...
Finally! He got it ALL right! That was such an improvement. You cannot imagine how much we struggle with him in that specific problems. Really...
We finally got home. I was starving! It came out that Santiago was so calmed because he ate a cookie and a doughnut while I was in my piano lessons! My mom just bought him a cookie, but he found a friend of his in "Pan y Canela". To summarize a little, he used his charms and that girl ended up buying him a doughnut! I do admit my brother is nice and all...but that was totaly not fair! This is some other "characteristic" of him, but that's another story.
That was the first thing I saw in my little brother's folder. I always check his folder in the car to see what he has improved or what he needs to improve. We were coming from my piano lessons. My brother supposedly waited with my mom in the car. (I really do not think they will stay there for an entire hour)
"Ahhh! What is this?" I asked Santiago.
"Oh, it's a tornado. Do you like it?" he made his puppy face.
I didn't want to offend him (not that much) so I just forced a smile. He knew exactly what I thought. He didn't pay much attention because I always reply like that when I don't like his stuff.
I kept going through the papers. The first one had two mistakes. The easiest mistakes. I made a face of disapproval. Santiago knew I would totally tell my mom what he got. Sometimes I just love being the old one. It had a face that said "keep trying" and another one that said "STOP. Check your work." He does everything in a hurry. Every single teacher says that he is very smart and all that, but he gets distracted very easily. My mom says that if a fly goes by he would look at it with his mouth wide open and he won't finish his work. That had happened (often) at school. I don't think it was a fly, but his friends.
I kept going on and on...Every single paper had one of those two faces except for one. Finally he didn't get any faces, but a bear that said "TERRIFIC!" Finally all of our effort was shown. I also saw another improvement in his grammar. He practices "Fixing the sentence below" everyday and he get everyday some kind of mistake. Thank Goodness he finally got it all right.
"Yesssss!" I said in the car. Santiago even looked a little alarmed...
Finally! He got it ALL right! That was such an improvement. You cannot imagine how much we struggle with him in that specific problems. Really...
We finally got home. I was starving! It came out that Santiago was so calmed because he ate a cookie and a doughnut while I was in my piano lessons! My mom just bought him a cookie, but he found a friend of his in "Pan y Canela". To summarize a little, he used his charms and that girl ended up buying him a doughnut! I do admit my brother is nice and all...but that was totaly not fair! This is some other "characteristic" of him, but that's another story.
Monday, March 8, 2010
What an Afternoon...
"Ahhhh!"
That was my mom's reaction when she saw my little brother's quiz (Santiago's). He is a very, uhm, active person. He is not doing that well at school...We are trying to help him little by little but he seems to do not understand...
Okay, I will be honest. He is having trouble with everything that requires his attention. Santiago is a very, uhm, friendly person. He makes friends everywhere and unfortunately his friends are not such a good influence. He gets distracted by them because they make him laugh. He is easily distracted and do not finishes his own work.
My mom works with him every afternoon for about three hours (three intensive hours). I sometimes feel sorry for her... I don't mean that Santiago is the worst person ever, but he does need to imporve a little.
Everyday we practice something new (notice that I used the word "we"). The stuff that we practice is what he got wrong in that day. Today was spelling. I had to say the words out loud and he would write them on a sheet of paper. That was a quiz that he had today. We did the same quiz about six times and he kept having the same wrong. My mom got tired of it and said that if he got one more wrong (she raised her voice) she will hit him.
I was bored of saying the same words out loud...I almost memorized them! Today I really worked with him and I couldn't finish my Slice of Life. Today I was busier with him. Ahh...I don't know how teachers can stand that type of students. I mean, kids that do not pay attention unless someone hits him! Finally we are done with spelling. Now we are practicing time... What a long afternoon...
That was my mom's reaction when she saw my little brother's quiz (Santiago's). He is a very, uhm, active person. He is not doing that well at school...We are trying to help him little by little but he seems to do not understand...
Okay, I will be honest. He is having trouble with everything that requires his attention. Santiago is a very, uhm, friendly person. He makes friends everywhere and unfortunately his friends are not such a good influence. He gets distracted by them because they make him laugh. He is easily distracted and do not finishes his own work.
My mom works with him every afternoon for about three hours (three intensive hours). I sometimes feel sorry for her... I don't mean that Santiago is the worst person ever, but he does need to imporve a little.
Everyday we practice something new (notice that I used the word "we"). The stuff that we practice is what he got wrong in that day. Today was spelling. I had to say the words out loud and he would write them on a sheet of paper. That was a quiz that he had today. We did the same quiz about six times and he kept having the same wrong. My mom got tired of it and said that if he got one more wrong (she raised her voice) she will hit him.
I was bored of saying the same words out loud...I almost memorized them! Today I really worked with him and I couldn't finish my Slice of Life. Today I was busier with him. Ahh...I don't know how teachers can stand that type of students. I mean, kids that do not pay attention unless someone hits him! Finally we are done with spelling. Now we are practicing time... What a long afternoon...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
BANG! Sorry...
" Natalia. Come please, " my dad told me while we were playing golf.
I was scared because of the way he talked to me. I thought that he will scream to me or something. He just wanted to "correct me" a little because the first shot that I did sucked. My dad started talking to me calmly. (I knew that sooner or later he will loose his temper.) I tried to pay attention to him. I looked at him calmly while he was explaining everything. He was explaining me stuff that I considered totally wrong, but I paid attention anyway. I pretended to understand and to agree but I did not do anything that he said.
The point is that he came to me explaining stuff (wrong stuff) and I looked at my mom and I saw her kind of crying. I asked my dad why.
"Oh, yeah...Uhmm, I accidentally hit her with the uhm golf club..."
"What?!"
He was also "explaining" my mom how to grab the club. He told her to stand in a certain place where she could see what he was doing. My mom obediently stood there right behind my dad. My dad started his back swing and...BANG! My dad just hit my mom in the head! She almost fell! I was amazed because my dad was so calmed when my mom was there in the golf car crying. Thank Goodness she didn't open her head.
My dad always tells a part of the story, but I really wanted to know the real version (my mom's). She said that her right part of her head hurt all the way to her ear. The pain spread out all the way to her arm and she has been like that the whole day... I really feel sorry for her. I even make her a massage so that she could feel a little better. The weekend are always kind of stressing when my dad is here. The rest of the time he's working in the office or in some other country still working.
I was scared because of the way he talked to me. I thought that he will scream to me or something. He just wanted to "correct me" a little because the first shot that I did sucked. My dad started talking to me calmly. (I knew that sooner or later he will loose his temper.) I tried to pay attention to him. I looked at him calmly while he was explaining everything. He was explaining me stuff that I considered totally wrong, but I paid attention anyway. I pretended to understand and to agree but I did not do anything that he said.
The point is that he came to me explaining stuff (wrong stuff) and I looked at my mom and I saw her kind of crying. I asked my dad why.
"Oh, yeah...Uhmm, I accidentally hit her with the uhm golf club..."
"What?!"
He was also "explaining" my mom how to grab the club. He told her to stand in a certain place where she could see what he was doing. My mom obediently stood there right behind my dad. My dad started his back swing and...BANG! My dad just hit my mom in the head! She almost fell! I was amazed because my dad was so calmed when my mom was there in the golf car crying. Thank Goodness she didn't open her head.
My dad always tells a part of the story, but I really wanted to know the real version (my mom's). She said that her right part of her head hurt all the way to her ear. The pain spread out all the way to her arm and she has been like that the whole day... I really feel sorry for her. I even make her a massage so that she could feel a little better. The weekend are always kind of stressing when my dad is here. The rest of the time he's working in the office or in some other country still working.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Busy Busy
I suddenly woke up and immediately looked at the watch. I have totally forgotten that today was Saturday. I realized five minutes later because my mom hadn't come to wake me up for school that morning. I didn't want to wake up because my mom wanted to take us to the Causeway.
That sucks! Doing exercise at a Saturday morning. Who does that? Actually my mom doesn't like to do it every single time, but my dad wants us to do some kind of sport. While we are doing "something" he's playing golf. If we go with him we all get stressed with him. Sometimes (all the times) he gets mad because he doesn't do well. The point is that I did not wanted to wake up to do exercise.
I herd steps approximating my door. I immediately fell into my bed and "went back to sleep". My mom came ad kindly said,
"Good morning sweetheart. I woke you up because you have to do your homework. We are not going to the Causeway because I have to go to work today. I don't want you to leave it for the last day. I even woke you up a little bit later so that you could have some rest and don't be mad."
"Agh..." I answered still pretending that I just woke up.
My mom gave me a smile, left my room and went downstairs.
"I have to do my homework early today, but at least I didn't go to the Causeway..." I thought.
I went to take a bath 15 minutes later because my mom asked me if I ready when she was downstairs. (she almost yelled.) I was ready at almost 10:00 and my mom woke me up at 9:00! My mom left at 10:15. I ate breakfast with my brother ans started to do my homework. I had to do the Big Mama Review (80 questions)! I really had a really busy morning.
That sucks! Doing exercise at a Saturday morning. Who does that? Actually my mom doesn't like to do it every single time, but my dad wants us to do some kind of sport. While we are doing "something" he's playing golf. If we go with him we all get stressed with him. Sometimes (all the times) he gets mad because he doesn't do well. The point is that I did not wanted to wake up to do exercise.
I herd steps approximating my door. I immediately fell into my bed and "went back to sleep". My mom came ad kindly said,
"Good morning sweetheart. I woke you up because you have to do your homework. We are not going to the Causeway because I have to go to work today. I don't want you to leave it for the last day. I even woke you up a little bit later so that you could have some rest and don't be mad."
"Agh..." I answered still pretending that I just woke up.
My mom gave me a smile, left my room and went downstairs.
"I have to do my homework early today, but at least I didn't go to the Causeway..." I thought.
I went to take a bath 15 minutes later because my mom asked me if I ready when she was downstairs. (she almost yelled.) I was ready at almost 10:00 and my mom woke me up at 9:00! My mom left at 10:15. I ate breakfast with my brother ans started to do my homework. I had to do the Big Mama Review (80 questions)! I really had a really busy morning.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Mexican Embassy
"Why is everyone so quiet and calmed this morning?" I thought when I came to eat breakfast.
I just realized that we were going to the Mexican Embassy and I had no idea what for (neither my mom). My dad went to his office first because he had to make a presentation and then he is supposed to meet us at the Embassy. My dad left, and we were still at home. We wanted to eat "arepas" today, but my mom had no idea how to make them and we waited almost half an hour for my maid to come. She was the only one that knew how to make them. (It was a waist of time, I know.) When she finally came--almost at 8:15-- we helped her in everything so that she could make them faster. We ate eagerly ten minutes later.
We were all ready to go. When we got into the car we realized that there was a tiny problem. We had no idea where it was. My dad tried to explain us where we should go, but he didn't know how to do it. My mom ended up calling my dad's secretary and he was totaly wrong. It is located in Obarrio. We finally got there after we were lost for 15 minutes. (The secretary was also wrong and we called the Embassy.)
We got there ready to do everything, but my dad wasn't there yet and we had no idea what we were doing there. We didn't know what we were gonna do. The only thing that my mom we knew was that we have been told to come here for some reason. It was pathetic. We were just waiting for my dad to come and we almost had to give our turn to another person. My dad finally came after waiting for him about 20 minutes. When it was finally our turn the guy told my parents that they needed some copies, so they went downstairs to do that. They took about 30-40 minutes! Can youbelieve it? We had been there for about two hours or so. It was about 10:00 am.
When we finally got every single required paper, the couciler finally let us in, asked us some questions and told us that we could come again on Monday for the visas (what we were supposed to do there). We came out at 10:20. My dad went back to the office and my mom was supposed to take us to school at that time. There was a lot of traffic from Obarrio to school, but we finally got there. I came to the middle of D period! I lost half of the school day (luckily). Mya day went pretty normal from that time on. It was quite an stressing day.
I just realized that we were going to the Mexican Embassy and I had no idea what for (neither my mom). My dad went to his office first because he had to make a presentation and then he is supposed to meet us at the Embassy. My dad left, and we were still at home. We wanted to eat "arepas" today, but my mom had no idea how to make them and we waited almost half an hour for my maid to come. She was the only one that knew how to make them. (It was a waist of time, I know.) When she finally came--almost at 8:15-- we helped her in everything so that she could make them faster. We ate eagerly ten minutes later.
We were all ready to go. When we got into the car we realized that there was a tiny problem. We had no idea where it was. My dad tried to explain us where we should go, but he didn't know how to do it. My mom ended up calling my dad's secretary and he was totaly wrong. It is located in Obarrio. We finally got there after we were lost for 15 minutes. (The secretary was also wrong and we called the Embassy.)
We got there ready to do everything, but my dad wasn't there yet and we had no idea what we were doing there. We didn't know what we were gonna do. The only thing that my mom we knew was that we have been told to come here for some reason. It was pathetic. We were just waiting for my dad to come and we almost had to give our turn to another person. My dad finally came after waiting for him about 20 minutes. When it was finally our turn the guy told my parents that they needed some copies, so they went downstairs to do that. They took about 30-40 minutes! Can youbelieve it? We had been there for about two hours or so. It was about 10:00 am.
When we finally got every single required paper, the couciler finally let us in, asked us some questions and told us that we could come again on Monday for the visas (what we were supposed to do there). We came out at 10:20. My dad went back to the office and my mom was supposed to take us to school at that time. There was a lot of traffic from Obarrio to school, but we finally got there. I came to the middle of D period! I lost half of the school day (luckily). Mya day went pretty normal from that time on. It was quite an stressing day.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Ahg...Golf
"Boom!"
The door was shut down. My dad had come.
"Hmm..why is he here so early ?" I asked myself while I was doing my homework.
My mom knew exactly what I was thinking.
"He came early just to play golf," she says calmly. She wasn't excited or anything. My mom knew he would be in the house for two minutes and then go away.
We all play golf in the family because my dad says so. We all hate golf and we are tired of it. The only thing we do on weekends is play golf. My dad wakes us all up at 6:00 am every single weekend. That's why he bought an apartment where we are gonna live, because it's in a golf course! He loves it.
When my mom told me I made a face of disgust and went back to my homework. I herd some kind of movement in my parents' bedroom. I was working in a room in front of my dad's with my mom and my little brother, Santiago. My mom was helping Santiago to do his homework. My dad was changing. He changed in less than two minutes! I herd the door again.
"Boom!"
He was gone.
"What was that?" I asked my mom
"Your dad just changed, grabbed his cloves and went to play golf," she said
"That fast?" I said surprised. "Wow"
We continued like if nothing had happened. We are used to it.
The door was shut down. My dad had come.
"Hmm..why is he here so early ?" I asked myself while I was doing my homework.
My mom knew exactly what I was thinking.
"He came early just to play golf," she says calmly. She wasn't excited or anything. My mom knew he would be in the house for two minutes and then go away.
We all play golf in the family because my dad says so. We all hate golf and we are tired of it. The only thing we do on weekends is play golf. My dad wakes us all up at 6:00 am every single weekend. That's why he bought an apartment where we are gonna live, because it's in a golf course! He loves it.
When my mom told me I made a face of disgust and went back to my homework. I herd some kind of movement in my parents' bedroom. I was working in a room in front of my dad's with my mom and my little brother, Santiago. My mom was helping Santiago to do his homework. My dad was changing. He changed in less than two minutes! I herd the door again.
"Boom!"
He was gone.
"What was that?" I asked my mom
"Your dad just changed, grabbed his cloves and went to play golf," she said
"That fast?" I said surprised. "Wow"
We continued like if nothing had happened. We are used to it.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Surprise, Surprise
"Please be ready when I come," my mom said seriously.
She was going to pick me up about 5:30 pm or so, but she knew I wouldn't be ready if she didn't advice me early enough. I was going to church but just for young people. It is difficult to explain, but the point is that I was going. I answered her vaguely because I was focused in my homework. I wanted to finish early today...
I kept doing my homework and time passed and I didn't notice. You may be already thinking that I will forget and that I won't be ready, but for some reason I looked at the clock just in time. It was about 4:30 and I had to do one more homework and study for the "fairly-easy hyphen test". I preferred to advance a little in that homework that I had to do, and it came out that I finished it just in time. It was almost 5:00 and I had to run, so that I could be ready at 5:30. I had to take a bath, wash my hair, dress really fast and wash my teeth in 30 minutes. I take at least 15 minutes to wash my teeth because I have braces.
I did the best that I could and I finished at 5:45 (kind of) and my mom wasn't here yet! I was waiting for her really alert because she said she will "beep" and I will have to go out immediately. I usually take five to ten minutes to go out, but this time I wanted to surprise her. I waited impatiently for her and she still wasn't here. She didn't even call! It was weird because my mom is always early. Uhmm...
I finally decided to start studying for the test. I got chance to write it in my computer and study, but I did it in a rush so I will then review at night. I waited, and waited, and waited. Even my grandma called through skype! I answered but to tell her that I couldn't talk. She was a little disappointed... Ops... I felt bad for her so I told her that I will call at night, but she had a meeting. It will be tomorrow then.
Like I was saying, I kept waiting and I studied over and over but with not much attention. I finally herd a car. I went out, but it wasn't my mom. What a disappointment...Then I herd another car and I ran again. Another big disappointment. When a third car came I just stood there because I thought it will be another "false alarm", but this time it was my mom. I ran for the last time and there she was.
I finally got there, late, but at least I was there, you know. I said good-bye to her and entered the church.
She was going to pick me up about 5:30 pm or so, but she knew I wouldn't be ready if she didn't advice me early enough. I was going to church but just for young people. It is difficult to explain, but the point is that I was going. I answered her vaguely because I was focused in my homework. I wanted to finish early today...
I kept doing my homework and time passed and I didn't notice. You may be already thinking that I will forget and that I won't be ready, but for some reason I looked at the clock just in time. It was about 4:30 and I had to do one more homework and study for the "fairly-easy hyphen test". I preferred to advance a little in that homework that I had to do, and it came out that I finished it just in time. It was almost 5:00 and I had to run, so that I could be ready at 5:30. I had to take a bath, wash my hair, dress really fast and wash my teeth in 30 minutes. I take at least 15 minutes to wash my teeth because I have braces.
I did the best that I could and I finished at 5:45 (kind of) and my mom wasn't here yet! I was waiting for her really alert because she said she will "beep" and I will have to go out immediately. I usually take five to ten minutes to go out, but this time I wanted to surprise her. I waited impatiently for her and she still wasn't here. She didn't even call! It was weird because my mom is always early. Uhmm...
I finally decided to start studying for the test. I got chance to write it in my computer and study, but I did it in a rush so I will then review at night. I waited, and waited, and waited. Even my grandma called through skype! I answered but to tell her that I couldn't talk. She was a little disappointed... Ops... I felt bad for her so I told her that I will call at night, but she had a meeting. It will be tomorrow then.
Like I was saying, I kept waiting and I studied over and over but with not much attention. I finally herd a car. I went out, but it wasn't my mom. What a disappointment...Then I herd another car and I ran again. Another big disappointment. When a third car came I just stood there because I thought it will be another "false alarm", but this time it was my mom. I ran for the last time and there she was.
I finally got there, late, but at least I was there, you know. I said good-bye to her and entered the church.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Not Again!
"Oh, it's just 5:30," I thought.
I now suddenly wake up randomly in the morning and keep on sleeping. My mom always wakes me up because I can stand the alarms for three reasons.First I get mad, second I keep sleeping because of the third reason, I turned it off and didn't pay attention to the time. They just don't work for me. I can't stand that beeps in the morning. If I get mad in the morning, I will be sleepy the entire day (for example today).
Yesterday at night I proposed myself that I will wake up at 6:00 AM sharp. My mom came to my room, as always, said "Wake up darling" with her nice voice, as always, and I didn't pay attention, as always. Everything was normal, I knew I needed to wake up but I wouldn't. Then I just keep lying in there and a dream came. A long, weird dream that happens in 15 minutes. I dreamed of something that I can't even remember.
Suddenly I woke up, checked the clock and it was 6:15. The first thing that popped into my mind was, " I didn't make it today..." Ah, I hate waking up for school! You could imagine me forcing myself to get up, until this difficult and complicated task was accomplished. I went straight to my bathroom with my eyes half opened. I almost tripped with the fan. I tried to see were I was going until I got there, the bathroom. I did it.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Can I do this?
I always start my homework when I get to my house because I get stressed if I don't finish "early" (about 7:30 pm) and I want to have some time to watch some TV. I took all of my books out to start my homework and everything. I checked out my agenda to see what homework I had and also the homework e-mail because sometimes there's some more to do that the teacher did not say in school. I got to the English part and I saw that the first thing mentioned was the Slice of Life challenge, so I thought if I should join.
"Can I do a good job, or at least write something everyday?" I thought.
For me, the hardest subject is English. Many people will say it's Math for them, but for me is much more easy than English. The hardest thing for me is writing and reading comprehension (the most basic stuff in English). I know you may think is weird or something, but hey, my native language is Spanish. I know it should be easier for mw to write in English if I know how to speak it and I know how to write in Spanish. I just have to translate it or something, but it is not that easy. I mean, the writing in English is really different from Spanish.
Going back to the challenge, I wasn't sure if I should do it, but then I remembered that when I got my laptop in Christmas I began to write some kind of journal in it. I was excited so I wanted to write all the time. I realized that all that I have written since December 2009 could help me to write this Slice of Life everyday. It is easier than what I thought. I just have to write what happened to me each day like if it was the journal where I write everyday! I will have a chance to practice my writing everyday and just write freely.
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