My Story

miércoles, octubre 27, 2004

Tantas cosas que contar...

Ha pasado más de una semana y no he escrito nada y creo que me siento culpable de no mantener este blog tan actualizado como debería. Pero aún así, no ha sido mi culpa: los últimos días he estado muy ocupado con cosas del colegio y creo que tengo un serio problema organizando mi tiempo... Pero bueno, aquí estoy ahora y voy a hacer un resumen de lo que ha sido de mi vida estos días.

El aporte de Sociales (Historia) creo que lo hice bien; por lo menos respondí todo como pude. Esa semana fue algo interesnate. Esa semana nos enteramos que para el Día de Campo nos tendríamos que encargar del Correo del Amor. Para los que no saben a lo que me refiero con Día de Campo, ese día (siempre ha sido sábado) se trata de imitar una Oktoberfest alemana. Prácticamente es una kermesse en la que sirven comida alemana (las salchichas, la col agria, etc.) y cerveza. Bueno, como iba "diciendo", nos tuvimos que encargar del Correo del Amor. Para los que tampoco saben qué es el Correo del Amor, voy a dar una breve explicación de cómo funciona: Uno puede comprar un corazón de cartulina que tiene un número. Ese corazón te lo pones por ejemplo en la camiseta con un alfiler o algo por el estilo, y cuando alguien quiere escribirte, lo hace al número que tienes; simple, fácil y limpio... o al menos así debería ser. Entonces, como encargados del Correo del Amor, tuvimos que recortar cada uno de nuestro grado (éramos 18) 50 corazones de cartulina roja. Algunos se quedaron una tarde en el colegio con la mamá de un amigo para recortar esos corazones. Yo también me quedé ese día, pero solo para numerarlos y para comer la pizza que había llevado la mamá de Pablo. Los corazones listos se los llevaron para guardarlos hasta el sábado.

El miércoles no recuerdo que haya pasado algo interesante, sólo que nos entregaron los aportes de Biología que estuvieron bien.

El jueves nos entregaron Química. Los aportes estuvieron regular, las notas se encontraban en sus márgenes normales, aunque aun así algunos no estaban contentos con su nota. ¡Entonces entro yo en la historia y consigo que a todos nos suban un punto! Uno de las preguntas que nos tomaron era sobre la toxicidad del Fósforo Blanco y el Fósforo Rojo, y esa era una pregunta que la tenías que razonar de acuerdo a la materia que nos habían enseñado. Pero, había un error en la información que nos dieron en clase, y por lo tanto, era imposible poder razonar esa pregunta; resultado: se otorga el puntaje de esa pregunta "gratis". Aunque ese día solo los recogieron para "ver que solución es la mejor".

El viernes nos entregaron los aportes de Física, y sólo necesito una palabra para describirlos: Masacre! De los 18 alumnos que somos, 12 tuvieron menos de 12 (sobre 20). El resto tampoco estuvo tan bien que digamos. Y como era de esperarse, todos reclamaron y pidieron que se hiciera otro aporte. La verdad es que el aporte sí estuvo difícil; todo lo que nos tomaron era teoría... no había ni un solo ejercicio de calcular, y por lo tanto era absolutamente memoria.

El sábado fue el famosísimo Día de Campo. Salí de mi casa a las 11:30 para estar ahí antes de las 12 porque tenía que estar en un "stand" de Robótica, aunque solo fui un rato, porque de ahí fui a ver el desfile de Tommy Hilfiger por algunos de nuestros compañeros. El desfile estuvo interesante, y no lo digo por los gritos de las mujeres cuando salió un modelo (no uno de nuestros compañeros) con la camisa desabrochada y luego se la sacó consiguiendo que algunas casi se desgarren la garganta gritando, sino por el hecho de que nuestros compañeros desfilaron y, aunque algunos estaban rígidos de los nervios, quedó bacán. Luego, fui a mi puesto en el Correo del Amor. Mi turno era de 13:00 a 14:00, pero me quedé la mayor parte de la tarde ahí. A mí me pareció interesante, aunque nuestro puesto era todo un relajo: nos tocó una carpa que se caía y siempre se nos robaban las plumas. A la final sólo vendimos como un 25% de los casi 1000 corazones que se hicieron. En otras palabras se podría decir que fue un fracaso, pero aún así no se perdió nada, porque los corazones los vendíamos a 50 centavos cada uno y los mensajes a 10 centavos. Lo que creo que ayudó a vender un poco fue que Danilo Parra y Jose Daniel Parra (el hermano) se presentaron en el Colegio y compraron corazones (el 14 y el 100). Aun así, fue poquísimo lo que vendimos.

Naturalmente me perdí el concierto de Rock que hubo, aunque creo que de todos modos no me hubiera gustado mucho... el tipo de música que tocaban no era exactamente lo mío. En la noche, como de costumbre, estuvo la "torre" de fuegos artificiales en la cancha. Tampoco puedo decir que fue ¡Wow, Espectacular! (después de todo estamos en Ecuador) pero si puedo decir que estuvo chévere. Un amigo mío, Benjamin, trajo a unas amigas que estaban de intercambio acá. La que venía de Alemania y se llamaba Anabel, podría haber asegurado que es quien vi en el San Marino los dos domingos anteriores, pero no se porque no se me ocurrió eso cuando conversamos. Normalmente, después de los fuegos artificiales la gente se va a sus casas, incluyéndome a mi y a mi familia, pero esta vez mi papá se quedó a ayudar al conteo de tickets y otros trámites post-Día de Campo. Mientras él se encargaba de eso, yo me entretuve con una pistola de balines de un amigo y pasamos vagando por ahi. Los ex-alumnos también se habían quedado a conversar y a tomar cerveza, porque había sobrado un barril y bueno, era gratis. Entre ellos estaba nuestro profesor de Física el Herr Lishke (alias el Engendro o simplemente Lishke), quien aunque no era ex-alumno ni nada por el estilo, se había quedado a conversar y eso. Ese grupo se fue mas o menos a las 23:00, y nosotros nos fuimos a las 23:30 aproximadamente. Aunque estabamos super cansados, teníamos hambre y nos fuimos a comer a La Canoa (la cafetería del Hotel Continental). Al regresar a casa me quedé viendo "Cadena de Favores" y fui a dormir prácticamente a las dos de la madrugada.

El domingo no hicimos nada en especial. Fuimos al Bellsouth del San Marino porque mi hermana quería un celular pero a la final decidimos esperar un poco más porque aún no llegaba un modelo. El resto del día fue como cualquier otro aunque la verdad es que yo esperaba encontrarme con esa misteriosa cara bonita que había visto los fines de semana anteriores, aunque no pasó. :-(

Esa fue la semana anterior, y puedo decir que la pase genial, porque de alguna manera, la rutina habitual cambió un poco y le agregó emoción a esa semana. (Saben, demoré una hora en escribir este post!)

En el próximo Post: Entérense de la expulsión de Andrés (también conocido como "Z") y otros sucesos.

domingo, octubre 17, 2004

Last day... of the week

So, where did I stay... all right, next day was Wednesday. That day was a bad one. If I had to describe it with one word, I would use "stupid" and if I could use three, I would use "stupid and sad". That day, the group from Leipzig was going to Baños, and they wouldn't return until Friday night, but I wouldn't see them again, because they were going back to Germany on Sunday. That day I was supposed to say "Good Bye" and make this whole thing finish in a neat way, but instead, I got intimidated and wasted the perfect moment it could have been if I hadn't messed it. To make a long story short, I'll say that I just went, said Bye, and left; duh me. If there is anything I regret right now, is not having said all I wanted to. They must be somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean by now.

That was just the beginning of the day. We had a Biology exam, and I can say it was the hardest one of this school year. I managed to answer all the questions, but I'm not really sure if they are right. The rest of the school day went fine, except for the afternoon. That day, we had a soccer match against 10V at 16:00, but I wouldn't play because the school bus left at 16:20 and my father couldn't pick me up at school, so someone had to play instead of me. That match was a very bad one. We lost 2-0, and one of the best players of our team was dismissed and won't play the rest of the tournament. Everyone was sad and somewhat dissapointed and angry, because it was said that the match was very unfair for us.

Thursday was the strangest day of the week. We started with a Physics exam, which was also very hard because the whole exam had been based on theorical classes. There were about seven questions, each one with a subquestion about electricity, generators and that kind of stuff. We predict that this exam will have to be repeated due to bad grades. But that isn't the part of the day I consider strange, because Maths class was. Our teacher came into the class, and wrote a phylosophical sentence on the blackboard that said something like "The only authentic responsability you have, is with your inteligence, your potential and with acting with concordance." We talked the whole hour about acting with responsability, and doing the right things and all that stuff. Eventually, we talked about drugs again. Our teacher said that she was very sad and about to cry when she heard that something was happened with drugs beause she had studied at our school and she didn't want us to turn into bad people. What makes this even stranger, is that our Maths teacher would never waste one of her precious class hours.

Friday was a rather good day. We had only a few classes because they had to inform us about Hepatitis and Aids. I believe that this was the best of this seminars we have received, because the information they gave was really impressing and the facts and statistics were shocking. In the afternoon we had another soccer match, this time it was agains the 10AB, the best team up to now. We lost with dignity (4-3), because of the teammate that couldn't play and because another friend of mine had some problem in his eye, so he started playing in the second half-time. If we consider all these trouble, plus the fact that our team hasn't got enough good players, it was a great match.

Saturday was like the worst day of the week, because my father took his cellphone with him to Quito, and I wasn't able to use the internet, so I felt isolated from the rest of the world.

Today it was a good day. After going with my mother to the elections, we went shopping and bought a lot of stuff. While my mother and my sister were looking at some shoes, I went and roamed around the San Marino. I think I saw her again. I'm almost sure it was the angel-like girl; the same look in her beautiful eyes, the blond hair... I hope I some day get to talk to her.

Well, that's all for now, because it's already late and tomorrow I have a History exam.

jueves, octubre 14, 2004

Just a Post

I know I do not usually post on Thursdays, but I must write what has happened this week up to now because this week has been a somewhat strange one.

On Monday, after a boring school day, we were supposed to stay in school and clean it as a punishment for what was done last Thursday, but only six of us (including me) showed up. Each one had a different task: Pablo had to clean some water-fountain-like thing, and others had to pick up garbage, but for some reason, I got the hardest and most tedious and boring of all possible works; I had to sweep the teacher's park place. The worst thing about it, was that the little leaves and sticks that fall from the trees stuck between the bricks on the floor, which made things even harder to clean! The broom was also so crappy, that when I got home, I had blisters (two small ones) on my right hand.

While I was sweeping that awful park place, several teachers parked their cars and asked me what I had done, because it is almost unbelievable to see me, an almost example student, being punished. And every time, I had to tell the whole story again; how they couldn't find the guilty person and how they decided to punish us all. The last person I saw why doing my job, was Mrs. Neumann, the director. Her questions were more or less the same: "Do you know who it was?, Do you believe that it will turn you a great person not to tell who it was?" And once again I had to tell her that I knew nothing about it, because I wasn't in the class and the whole thing. When she was about to leave, an unexpected question popped out; she asked me if I knew about the "problems" our class had. I though she was talking about the misbehaviour and all that stuff and I said that it was only a few wild things that my class made, but then she said it was about drugs. Besides cigarettes and alcohol, I knew nothing else about that, and I told her so. From that moment I knew something was cooking.

Tuesday was also a different day. We had afternoon classes that day, but for some reason the teacher from Commerce was absent so we had a free hour. I asked at the secretariat if we would have Physics, and they say no, so I went and roamed around. When it was about 20 minutes before the hour ended, I saw a classmate entering the Physics classroom, so I hurried and explained what they had told me. Good for me, I didn't get into trouble, I don't like skipping hours. Next we had our Chemistry exam. It wasn't really hard, but there were questions you had to think carefully and there was one topic I didn't remember very well. But I managed to fill all the fields, so I hope I get a good grade.

I'll write about the rest of the week some other day, because I'm falling asleep on my keyboard!

domingo, octubre 10, 2004

Sunday Posting

I haven't posted since last week, so I guess it's already time to post again. This week has been a great one. As I said on the post from last week, the students from Leipzig are visiting us and I'm getting on well with them. I'm good friends with Lisa, a cool girl who practices judo and lives at a friend's house.

On Tuesday we had a Maths exam. It was so easy, that I'm almost sure I'll get a 20. We also didn't have Chemistry class because our teacher is in Quito, so I went and talked to my new-made friends from Leipzig. After that, we went to a friend's house to do a History work. We were supposed to do some kind of Newspaper about the Indpendence of Guayaquil with articles and photos and that kind of stuff, but as if it were the year 1820. We worked hard on that thing and burnt the sides of it so that it would look old; it was finished.

Wednesday was the day of our soccer match agains 9AB. I was playing as a "defensa", and I did it quite well. On the first half time, the other team scored once. We became a bit tense and nervous, and some of my teammates were like aggressive. Not long after the second half-time began, we did a penalty shot. That was our first goal, but our victory didn't came until some minutes later, when we scored again. We won 2-1.

Next day, it was the day to display our History works. We decided to burn it more on a part to hide an empty space, but we overdid it. We all agreed that our newspaper was horrible, and our teacher gave us one more day to fix it or repeat it. So we had to split tasks so that we could present our work the next day. That Thursday we didn't have Chemistry, so a substitute teacher came that hour. Most of us went to the soccer field or sat around the "bar" (including me), but others stayed in the classroom. During that hour, someone spilled water on the floor and on the teacher's chair so that our English teacher would slip or get wet the next hour. We all know that English classes are boring, and that our teacher should be punished someway, but I think this time it was too much; the thin line that sets the limits to the lands of outlawed actions had been crossed. The point is that our teacher got mad at us (we still got back our exams; I got a 20!) and she said we had to stay one afternoon at school and clean it and that we would have 10 in discipline in English. I think that was really unfair, I mean, most of us are innocent and weren't even near the classroom when this happened, so why does this punishment apply to everyone?

Anyways, the soccer match in the afternoon somehow fixed our mood because we won 8-0.

Friday was just a day like any other. Nothing really interesting happened, except for the fact that Lisa was like paying more attention to another friend of mine than to me, and I felt a bit jealous. I think I'm getting too involved with her, and I don't want to do that. In the beginning I was like only wanting to make friends, but now I think I'm like more interested in her, and I don't want that to happen, because things won't work, and if they do, they won't last long, as she is flying back to Germany next week. By the way, she already has a boyfriend and another friend over here is after her. Anyways, I'll wait and see how this thing ends.

Saturday was as boring as any other day, I just stayed at home and did nothing. Sunday was better. I wanted to watch a movie, but I overslept and therefore I was too late for it. After lunch, we went to San Marino, and we would go to the book store because my sister needed a book about legends and tht kind of stuff. For me, that visit meant something similar to seeing an angel. Hasn't it happened to you, that you suddenly see someone mesmerizingly beautiful and you are like "wow!"? Well, that exactly happened to me. I was like roaming around and I saw this beautiful girl. I still remember that on her shirt it said "Kick Start" or something similar. She also like going around, but as we all know, I'm a somewhat shy person and I can't act if I'm near anyone of my family. But no one could stop me from glancing at her again, so I would go around and try to catch a glimpse of her. That beautiful, almost angel-like, girl kept my mind busy for the rest of the day.

sábado, octubre 02, 2004

It's Saturday again

Today it's Saturday, which means that another week has gone away. This week has been an interesting one, not only because of the things that happened, but also because of what didn't happen. One example of that, is the Chemistry exam we were supposed to do on Thursday. In the last moment, that exam was changed to the week after the coming one because we had a Seminar about trademarks and business. It was interesting, but it wasn't properly planned, as a lot of stuff wasn't explained because of lack of time.

This week a group of students from Leipzig came to our school, so I'm testing my socializing skills again if you know what I mean (hahaha). Just kidding. I'll try to make friends with these people so that if I go to Germany, I have at least someone to call (haha).

In reply to that comment about the alien: Yes, I did find him (or her), and all I got was a damn stupid card (hahahaha); and did you? By the way, do I know you from somewhere else?