My friend and I went to the Museum of Natural History. We were hanging around when we saw a lonely, young man. By the way he looked; we surmised he had 17 years old. All of a sudden he started talking to us:

       —Hi, what’s your name?

       —Hi, I am Lucinda Brow, and she is Molly Campos. What’s your name? What are you doing so lonely?

       —My name is Mathew Caulfield and I am waiting for my sister.

       —Okay. What happened there?

       —Oh, nothing just that I had an excruciating experience with fire.

When he talked he was kind of rude but he seemed a good person.

        —Hey, do you want to go with us to the bar?

       —Are you the proprietor of one?

         —No. Why?

        —Never mind, let’s go.

     When we arrived to the bar, he asked us to show him our id cards. He said it was just to corroborate our ages and to see if we were under ages. We asked him for his, so we could see if he was under age, but he said a very cheap excuse instead of showing it.  We ordered some drinks, and we derived that by the way he drank, that he was dehydrated.

We started talking about life and he told us that his dad succumbed recently, and then he told us the gruesome details of his death. Or he was simulating his sadness very good or his dad never died and he was just saying that to catch our attention.

        —Hey, do you like reading? – I asked

        —Oh, yes, I love it. I just finished an anthology of Shakespeare poems. Do you, guys, like reading?

         —Ha-ha, not that much. Only some people of our generation likes reading, like you

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After a very long conversation he said he had to go because he arranged with her sister to meet at the Museum, and it was imperative for him to leave now. He told us that for his meeting with his sister he had to modify his schedule and now he couldn’t change it. After leaving he gave us money to pay for his drinks but we rebuffed it, because we told her it was our invitation.

We spent a really good time together. Not every strange has a very good disposition with us. We noticed he needed a lot of attention and people to listen to him. Also when we were coming to the bar we saw some little kids playing, he was very excited about it and he spontaneously started talking to them. His voice, his face, they he acted, everything he did is going to haunt me forever. 

Memoir Monday

Memoir Monday

When my mom told us that for the summer she will be traveling and that we have to stay at home doing nothing, that left me despondent, oh and my dad works all the day, so it`s impossible to do something. Every single day was interminable. All my friends were out, so the only people I had left were my sisters, my grandma and my computer, oh sorry I remembered that my computer is not working and 2/3 of my sisters were out too with friends so it`s 1 sister and my grandma. Ok, that is not good, definitely I`m ALONE! Every day my grandma did her things, like picking pears, cooking (by the way, she cooks VERY GOOD), watching her novels, and grandmothers stuff. One day she invited me to go with her to do her things, I accepted. I thought that it was going to be the most boring day of my life. But I was wrong; it was the best day of my life. That day that I spent with my grandmother I learned a lot of things about her that I would never imagine. I realized that spending time with your grandparents it isn’t that bad, you can laugh with them, tell them secrets, whatever you want to tell them that it`s personal, you can trust them, they are the best thing of your life. Their job is to make you feel that you are part of the world. Spent time with them, because you can lose them and never have them back with you! Enjoy your grandparents!! Their a gift!

Grandmothers

Growing up with you by my side
Learning from you never to lie.
Love and kindness I also learned from you.
Through the years you watched me grow...
Teaching me everything I'd need to know.
Listening to every word I've said...
And every word I've wrote you've read.
You've been there for me to the end...
Until the day for you, God did send.

Now you watch me from up above...
Shining down on me your heavenly love.
I will miss you with all my heart...
Thank you for being there from the start.

Thank you for the gift of love,
now you're sharing it up above.
No matter where I go
I'll always find you there
because you're in my heart

I love you grandma!! 
Nunca te voy a olvidar!!! ♥♥

My sisters and I.

This story is written based on a long and personal story. If you want to know what it is about, buy it (just kidding). I hope you enjoy it!

My mom left yesterday to the US and my dad had to stay on the embassy for all the day, so that means that after 4:30 pm Sofia is responsible for her sisters. That sounds great because my sisters do whatever I want them to do, but they are kids they want to play, they do not want to what their big sister say.So I let them play. I went to my room and I did my homework. The house was very quiet, so I got scared and I went to see what they were doing. I asked what was going on and they answered in a very good disposition. Everything was alright, and I realized that if I leave them alone they enjoy more the afternoon and they assume their separation with my mom better and also if I treat them good they are going to treat me good too. I don`t want my sisters to hate me, I want peace with them!

“Be a sage person, don`t get into the power of it” - Anonymous

When you start, it`s impossible to stop. Everybody say that they will never consume it, but they get older they do it. It is horrible when you see in the news that someone got into the power of it but when someone from your family get in it, it is even worst.

Everything starts when teenagers hang out with friends. People from the outside go to them and offer them to taste it. That kind of people offer it in an affable manner saying that is good for this, this and that. They look kindly, but when you say no to them they start to be quite irascible. Then when you said no, they start saying that it is free and that is not going to be abhorrent to you. But after they insist you a million times, you say yes. You taste it. You like it. You want more and more, but this time they are the ones saying no. Then you start to entreat for more, and you say that you are going to pay for it. So there is when you start the interminable “journey” where you were impelled.

When the police discover you, they send you to a place to help you recover. In that place they recluse you from the society. Probably your friends and family would never see you again. The days pass and the night were everything happened continue haunting you and that feeling of guilty will not leave you alone. And that profound pain in your family, because they cannot see you, it will never recover.

Do you know who I'm talking about?

Confession Tuesday

Confession Tuesdays:

1.       I`m the most sensitive person in the world, but I never cry with sad movies. Almost every one cried with “Titanic”, but I didn`t.

2.       I`m the most talkative person in the world. In Balboa they that I never talk, and I`m completely different as they know me. My parents have to say to me to stop talking if not I would talk forever.

3.       I hate people that are obsessed with their hair. It`s ok to care about your hair, but not all the time. They are always asking if her/his hair is ok and bla bla. I can`t stand people like that they get me on my nerves.

4.       I don`t like the Spanish level here at Balboa, it`s so poor. In my old school, the Spanish level was 100 times better than is here.

5.       I don`t know how people here (Panama) can wear sweaters!! There are 40º, and they are cold? Please or something is wrong with them or something is wrong with me!!

6.       I never had my nails long. I always try to keep them long but at the end I eat them! I tried 100 ways to keep them long, but always I end with the same: short nails!

7.       I like when I wake up at night, and I see my clock and I still have time to sleep. That`s the best thing ever, you should try it!

8.       I absolutely love mayonnaise. Everything I eat has mayonnaise and if not I put it! Here in Panama, Panamanians don`t like mayonnaise, they ONLY like ketchup and for me is weird because in Uruguay everyone loves mayonnaise.

9.       All my confessions are boring, and I`m tired of writing confessions, I don`t want to think anymore, but I have to recognize that some of them are ok.

10.   Bye!

Memoir Monday

When my mom told me that we were moving to Panama I said it was ok, but then when I realized that I had to leave all my family and friends here, it wasn`t very good.

When I came to Panama, everything seemed to be good, but when the months were passing, I was missing my country more and more. Then I asked my mom to leave the country but she said it was impossible, and that in Uruguay she has no job, so if we leave Panama, we were going to have a bad life. So I accepted. Later on, Panama was becoming hell to me, I didn`t like it, (well, I don`t like Panama) and I was about to tell my mom that I hate Panama, when I remembered that after leaving an old woman said to me that for my mom, leaving the country was the most difficult situation she ever had and that it was extremely hard to leave her mom (long story.. not now) alone in Uruguay and if I don`t like my life in Panama, she told me not to tell my mom and make an effort to like Panama.

Being here in Panama, I realized that I`m not the only one in my family that wants to go to Uruguay, and that I should appreciate my mom`s effort to give my sisters and I a better life and a better education. 

Poetry Friday

Growing up

is like being a butterfly...

you start as a grub 

and you are in a state of ignorance,

and uninformed

because when you are like this

you can`t see the real world

Then you are a cocoon

waiting for the time to change

waiting in the darkness

wondering what`s going to happen to you

and you are scared, afraid, excited 

and you are anxious to know

what the world looks like...

And finally you are the butterfly

and you are free, hopeful, amazed

ready to explore the wolrd

asking questions about it,

looking for new opportunities

challenging your abilities,

trying to fit in the wolrd, 

trying to find the place

where you belong 

Now you are different 

and your wings 

are ready to take on this flight 

but then you are gone...

Letter

Wordly Wise Lesson 3 Letter:




Sofia Lopez
Rousseau and Corrales
4343 Montevideo, Uruguay

September 8, 2010



Dear Clarissa:

Hi! How are you? I`m writing to you because this is imperative. The lawyer called me saying that he received a letter saying that if we don`t take the demand out he/she was going to kill us, but we can`t do anything because the letter was signed as anonymous. What should I do? Maybe I can tell the lawyer to modify the demand. He can say that now we ask for only $1.000.000. But is your decision, please tell me what should I do.
Please reply immediately, I need your answer.

Sincerely, S.Lopez

(no real names)

Confession Tuesday

      1. I can`t be on the computer more than 1 hour chatting, being on Facebook, or anything else besides homework. I don`t know how my friends can do it. They say I`m crazy but they spend hours and hours on the computer, maybe they are crazy. 

2.       2.My friends read a page, where people put stories about famous people, but I hate that page. How in the world they can read that? Please are fake stories!!

3.       3.I hate when “Camila” says “I suck at this”. She is always saying that, for EVERYTHING! When we are in P.E. and we have to play soccer (random sport) she says that! The problem is that “Camila” never play so she thinks that she sucks.  Not only in sports, also in other classes like science, math and history.

4.       4.“Roily” says that if you get an A in your progress report, you are a “nerd”. Why if you get an A you are a nerd? Can someone explain? Is ironic because she got an A in a progress report. And I HATE when she says that.

5.       5.(This may sound weird to you) I hate when we eat ice-cream with my sister and she wins me eating it. It`s because we always bet who is the one that can eat faster, and she always wins. I hate that!!

6.      6.  I love to wake up after 12:00p.m., but I can`t do it when my parents are at home, because they always wake me up earlier.

7.       7. I love to fight with my sisters, but the problem is that after I repent and tell them never to fight again. Also I love make them believe things that do not exist.

8.      8. My mom thinks that I love fish, but I really don`t like it. I hate FISH!

Memoir Monday

It was perfect. Every day of my life with him was like being on the paradise. My house was full of joy and good vibes.  I love him. But then one day he left. Now my house was full of sadness. I asked my mom, “where is daddy?” (I was little) and she told me that he went to a trip to the moon. (Obviously she was lying.) Every second that I passed without my dad, were the most horrible seconds of my life. Now, who is going to play with me after school? Who is going to make my favorite dinner? Who is going to read me a story before sleeping?

Three years passed and he returned. But now everything changed. Our relationship isn`t like I remembered. We both changed. Nothing is the same as it was before.

Now every time we start talking, our conversation ends with a discussion. I don`t know what happened. But for sure he is not the daddy I remember.

Besides our discussion or whatever we don`t have in common, I need him to know, that I love him very very much and (now I don`t really care about our relationship) he is my dad and that would never change  and every opportunity I have I say to him: “I love you daddy”.

I wish he could read it, but he does not know English so he won`t be able to read it. But if he read It or not, he knows that he is one the most important persons in my life and he has a very big part in my heart. 

PD: he went to Spain for three (LONG) years !!

I will remember her for ever...

I was lying on my bed, when my phone rang. I looked at it. Unknown number. When I answered, my world turned black. I was hearing the most horrible words ever and tears started going out of my eyes.

Last year doctors discovered on her a terrible disease. Today she stopped breathing.

She`s dead. I can`t do anything, only cry and remember her forever. She was my best friend. We used to laugh, together. We used to do everything together. She was there when I most needed company, she was there when I was sad, and she was there when I was happy. But now she`s gone. I will remember my best friend forever and always.

Ordinary Thing: Cleaning Diego Forlan`s face.

Having a Poster
by Sofia Lopez

of someone you like
is part of your childhood
I have one

It`s amazing
when I look at it,
I feel the same
as eating chocolate
Is the same feeling
as when you put
that brown piece
in your mouth

I`m a maniatic of cleaning
I can`t see his face
with that little pieces of dust

Washing my hands
with that soft soap,
only for one purpose
celaning his face.

I start with his eyes,
then with his mouth
and I end with all the other parts

That`s a thing
that I only do,
Tuesday and Thursdays night,
I have fun doing it,
and I like it.

My obsession with Baby-G watches.

 I wanted it more than anything. I love it. Most of my friends had one, but my parents couldn’t afford it because at that time was very expensive.

In Uruguay there’s a holiday called Children Day. On those days, parents give presents to their children.

When children days came, I wasn’t sure what my present would be, so I asked them. They told me lies because every time I asked they changed the present. I was very mad at them. I thought that they were unfair.

The time to open our presents came. I was confused, and at the same time, mad. My parents gave me a little bag. When I opened it I saw a box and I grabbed it. I started to take the wrapping paper off and on the little box it said “Baby-G”, my heart started beating very fast and my face changed from being sad to being VERY happy. I almost started crying. My happiness was bigger than you can imagine. I couldn’t believe it.

I love my watch. It is precious to me. I take care of it with my own life. I have emotional feelings towards it.     

Here it goes my confession: I love my Baby-G watch (believe me) I have an obsession with it.

                           

Because it was hurting my wrist, my parents told me to take it off. When I couldn’t wear it, I almost died of despair. 

English, my mortal enemy!

When I was little, my mom sent me to a bilingual school. I grew up there, and every year I was learning a little bit more of English. When 6th grade came, I had to do an International English Test (PET). I wasn´t sure if I could make it, so I studied a lot. I passed the test.

When I finished 7th grade, I moved to Panamá. I entered a school named, Balboa Academy. I was very excited, except for the detail that everything was in English. That was very difficult to me, because in that time I only knew a little of English, enough to communicate with some people and some other stuff.


It was very difficult to me, this was new to me. Everything was different, I was used to have 15 teachers, and now I have only 8, the same with my classes. In my old school, I had 16 subjects, and all different days and now 8 and all the same day. It was a big change. I couldn´t understand even half of what they told me… Now I can. Now I improved my English. Now I’m learning more things to be better. Now I know that English is very important.

This Year I hope...

My mom left me in the office
I saw happy faces going around me
Those were my new friends
I said my name, and then I went to my first class
Everything was right
But then tears started going out of my eyes
I was sure of something
That school wasn´t for me
Seven month later I changed my mind
Although I sometimes cry
This year I hope being stronger
Books all around me
All start with a word and ends with nothing,
It´s always the same,
This is a story without end,
This year I hope to finish the books I start reading