Teachers

I have about seven teachers here at school. Some are very strict than others and some are funnier than others. I really don’t understand why they get mad so easily. For example I was in Mrs. Trius` class talking with Paulo because she was checking something in her laptop so while we waited we talked. Suddenly she got mad and yelled and sat me alone.

When I was doing my bellwork with my table she just said don’t let him copy you, sat me alone (again!) and made me look up for every word and its definition in the dictionary. Last year Mr. Borras was a much funner teacher. We could talk in his class and discuss our math problems with a little more creativity. He was all relaxed and calm. Now he is all tightened up and is mad about something (I think.)

Most Of The Time

She is mad about something.
she yells
and yells, but I dont care
I start listening to my music.
trying to cancel
Everything around, but i just cant.
Her hands... in the air pointing at my sister.
she is scared to death and my mom
Mad as hell...
There are many things running across my mind
If i could i would yell them out at the top of my lungs.
Sadly i cant or else i will get punished...

The Tell-Talle heart

He was a very nice man with me. He was not abrasive, he guarded my fortune and all my valuable things. That night I was sleeping... there was nothing on my mind, and i didnt even think of the fact that he had frustatrion against me. since he never showed any type frustration sign or anything against me so i felt safe and secure with him. While i was a sleep i heard something. i got up and i surmised it was a small animal or something coming through the chimney. i never thought it was him aproaching me so gingerly to kill me. I got up as fast as i could and yelled: "who is there!!" i didnt hear anything else so i tried to sleep.

while i was asleep i felt something... it was him! intending to kill me. i tried to open my eyes and the little bit i could i saw he had a nasty grimace. this pain was excruciating but i was in shock and couldn react. i dont know what happend after this despicable homicide.

The orfanage

when I went to costa rica for a camp we visited an orfanage. it was a really big place with a huge park and many kids. every kid there had a different backround, a different story... for example i met this kid who was taken away from his parents because they were drug dealers and also his brother. his brother had been killed when he was about 6 in a gang. this kid would be sent by his parents to take the drug to other dealers. he got shot on the knee when he was about 8... this was really impressing for me because when you see the movies you just say uuu or laugh, but when you hear it coming from a person who really got shot and their life story you start to think: im lucky that i didnt have to pass through that.

Always

You always ask me if I did my home work. I always say yes so you don’t get
Mad. Many times I’m just too lazy to do it so I say yes… they always believe me because they trust me. You always ask me how I’m doing in school, I say fine when actually I’m missing home works and stuff because if I tell you…
You would tell me why I’m lying.
You always ask me how my grades are going or have I read any books. I say that they are all As and Bs but when the report card comes that’s not there…
I really don’t know why I’m so lazy… I know it’s not right so this year I hope not being so lazy.