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My class on Tuesday

Looking at the top of my pencil I wondered if it had a Sharp enough point to let my fingers continue pushing it softly against the paper. Then I started to hear a voice which gave me confidence. Her strong voice coming from a small thin person that you wouldn´t imagine being 9 years older than me. She tried to explain to me the last question form a questionnaire that we had to answer from the presentation some classmates (including her) had performed a few minutes before. And I was sitting the perfect place to watch the presentation, third line, second chair, behind the black chocolate hair of my small thin friend a few steps from the whiteboard. But this time I couldn´t answer everything, so my friend saw my face of misunderstanding, and called the teacher.

From that moment I wasn´t thinking straight and the teacher was coming. The handsome teacher, the guy who had the knowledge; I was lucky to have a teacher like that. Looking at him and hearing his way he spoke was hypnotic. I had always liked history, but with this professor, I bet I could be there no matter that I had my own history class in the morning. He was next to me. My friend showed him my paper. And the teacher started to read my answer aloud. I didn´t like that; it was uncomfortable. I didn´t have the right answers, why was he doing that? It made me feel more nervous. I didn´t know where to look. Then I noticed the handmade white vest that my friend was wearing. When the teacher stopped reading, and before he could say anything about what I had written, I told him that I just needed to add something and I took the paper. His expression made my think that my answer wasn´t as bad as I thought. So he just smiled and the he was gone. I wasn’t sure if I was thinking when I spoke few seconds later, because I couldn´t finish the questionnaire. I couldn´t stop laughing. I had the feeling of the food I had eating two hours ago move from one side to other in my stomach. I touched my face, arms and shoulders and I was cold. My friend says the same when I touched her cheeks.
Nowadays, I remember his smile.

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what do you see in people faces?

I didn´t want to be in my class. Maybe I was falling sleep. So I decided to sit down next to a flowers stand, and read a book there. But something was getting my attention, I wasn´t paying attention to the reading. In that moment I just was concentrate in the people that was walking around or just talking with their friends, the ones that were alone like me, I was looking at their faces, their expressions. Some of them were happy, just laughing, or with a single smile, but in the other hand I saw sad faces, worry faces and if it is worst I saw how people were argue between them.
So you wonder how their lives are. And they don´t realize that you are watching.
Then I notice that I was enjoying that moment. But then I saw the teacher coming to the classroom.



I don´t like to be between four walls. I like to be in many places at the time. I will say that I rest in my bedroom but I just go there at night, for sleep, because my inspiration to do something never comes when I am in my bedroom. So I want a place where I can rest, think about my stuff and be reflexive. When you lay down you can enjoy the panorama, like a landscape you your eyes, feeling nature, the fresh air, that wood smell, that reminds you that eventually winter will be cold. Then the air comes and moves the leaves, that little sound of the leaves moving among themselves and falling.  You stay and wait for the sunset. And see how the colors are changing in the sky and the shape of the clouds. Imagine blue, red, orange, white. Like if we were painting it. When you stand up, you get many leaves sticking to your clothes, so when you get to the classroom, everybody notices that you were sleeping in the grass.




You could meet many persons, and you can greet them everyday, be laughing with them, and go out with them.  But that doesn´t mean these persons are your friends, truth your friends. Because once that you trust in someone, and that person fail with you. Then it is difficult to trust in someone else again.

We always watch in the movies, in teenagers stories, the problems with the friends, or the typically story of two girls of two boys that have been friends since they were children. And I wonder is that the way happen in the real life? ¿Do we have our best friend? ¿Forever?

when we were children, our interest was just to play with the other children, but we are getting older and we have more interest, we want a friend, someone who can advice you, tell you when you are doing the wrong things, tell her about the boy you are dying for, someone that can listen to you anything, your problems, life and secrets.

But more than that, the life put task, for let it know who really are your friends. Because I remember, 4 years ago that I go through a stage in the highschool were I was so depress, I felt so insecure, I didn´t want to study, to go out, I just want to spend the day sleeping. And most of the people can´t stand me. The people that a considered my friends, I realize they wasn´t, they looked me with a face like showing me that I was so silly and stupid.  In that moment I thought that the others were better than me, I was envy everything.

The few persons that were with me in those moments, were my family (father, mother, and sister) and my friend Dalia, this girl always give me the best of her, she is really sincere with me, and like I go through bad time she always showed me her support. And of course a have to put my part in the friendship, as she does, in other way we won´t be best friends. Now I tell you yes, there are person in whom we can trust, yes they exist, and I’m so happy of that. Because is not easy to find them.

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Hi everybody, well this is the beginning again. I hope you would like the different post I’ll be publishing along the course, and of course my comments too. I will say that write it´s not the easiest thing in the world. But we love to be readers. So I’ll think in my readers when I write.


Now I’m happy to be part of the writing class.

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