My English Writings
I've thougt that I'm posting here some of my writings and English works.
Memories from my childhood
When I was a child, I used to go to my friends' field for playing. We swan, played circus and detectives; collected beetles, washed them and took their legs off... We made mud cakes and played another games as hidding, catching, polices and robbers, trees climbing, dodgeball and another games that we invented.
One day, my granfather's three friends gave them threm them three little chickens. We treated them as people. Don't ask me how, but we played football matches whit them, and hidding, catching and detectives. We washed them and we put them necklaces. He tyed to teach them how to fly and they taught us the chicken language. Over time, chickens grew up and they got really fat. Some weeks later, they phoned me and some other friends for having lunch in the field. That day, my friend's father cooked some rice; rice... with chicken. We ate while chatting, but really quickly because we had a new idea for a game with our chickens and we wanted to try it, so when we finished our meals (and the ice cream), we ran to the cage, but the chickens weren't there...
We asked our parents for them, but they didn't know anything. We looked for them all around the field, we called them, we made a food way with some corn, we put them tamps... Buy they didn't appear, we have never seen them again.
My time at this high-school
I can still remember my first High-School day: I was very nervous because I have never been there before, my class mates were visiting it a few months ago, but that they I was ill and I couldn’t go. I remember the first I thought about my new school was that it looked like a psychiatric, there were no pictures, no plants, no posters…just those white clean walls, and a blue line. They took us to a big room and the principal spoke us about the high school rules, he seemed a serious and strict person, School teachers used to say us high-school teachers were very exigent and jokes weren’t allowed.
In 1st D there were some old friends from my school, but there were many strange guys too, the first one was the course tutor: Juan Puebla, yes, he was strict, but we could speak in class and he didn’t kill us, and… he was often joking! I think my first year was the best one, I didn’t have to work as hardly as I thought, had good marks and the strangers became my friends.
In 2nd D I was with the same class mates, different tutor: this time he was Cristobal, that year we had a great school trip to Isla Mágica, it was fine and I was chosen for the math Olympics. In 3rd (D again), I had different class mates and my tutor was Alicia, we went to Sierra Nevada, in Granada for two days, I really enjoy skiing the first day but I fell ill that night and the teacher didn’t let me do it the next day.
I haven’t had many problems these years, I have been OK, teachers have taught very much, and I have learnt new things that teachers don’t teach. Sometimes, it was boring, sometimes amazing.
This year I’m with most of my old friends for school or from my childhood and I’m very happy for that. I think that’s gonna be a good year: I like my class mates, I like my teachers, I can smell the end of the high-school and I feel good for that, but that’s gonna be too a hard year, the hardest of my life.
