TESF! (The Early Saturday Five)

1. Are you going to school this year?

Mochirondesu! ¡Por supuesto! Bien sûr! Of course!

2. If yes, where are you going (high school, college, etc.)? If no, when did you graduate?

I don’t want to give a stupid answer just as I did in #1, so here’s my educational history so far:

Part I:

I dare to say I wouldn’t be who I am if I hadn’t spent my first years at my grandma’s house. My mother and father were working, so I stayed there practically every day and all day. I was taught many many many things, many more than you can imagine, and I watched all the tv I needed (so I don’t really watch it anymore). My hero was and still is Noppo-san, with his loyal friend Gonta. Here’s Gonta, so that you can remember:



If you don’t remember him, don’t talk to me. You had no childhood and no soul.

These were among the happiest days of my life.

Part II:

When I was three years old, my godfather’s mother recommended them to get me into a religious all-girls school called Sagrado Corazón de Jesus Bethlemitas (yeah, that long), in which I wasn’t exactly popular because I already knew the stuff they were teaching. My mother recalls a moment when everyone in my class was given a diploma– except for me . Reason given by my teacher: “it’s funny to see how she knows everything.” I’m not lying. I can remember not getting a diploma, but of course I didn’t hear my teacher’s words. Thus, when I was four years old, I said goodbye to that school. I didn’t have time to fall in love with it or anything, so I don’t miss it, I don’t feel proud for it, I scarcely remember I actually studied there. Did I learn anything there? No.

Part III:

When I was five years old, I entered what became my second home for thirteen years: Santa Francisca Romana. I studied there, suffered there, graduated from there, made my friends there, and got the chance to experience Part IV from there. I am proud of it and miss it, but I don’t really miss the girls I shared my class with during all those years… of course there were many nice ones, but the vast majority came and left leaving no trace in my soul. Did I learn anything there? What do you think I am– some kind of stupid hollow girl? Of course, I shall thank SFR for my educational bases.

Part IV:

Could I really talk of my present self if I ignored my ten-month adventure amid the Iowan cornfields? I don’t think so! Part III gave me a scholarship to study one whole school year at Loras College, in Dubuque, Iowa. So far it has been the most remarkable and bizarre year in my life. My life still spins around it, even though I almost lost my mind there and I desperately needed to come back to my beloved city life. To make things more absurd, I met the man of my dreams/love of my life right there! Did I learn anything there? More than you could ever imagine!

Part V:

I came back from Part IV, still trying to adjust (sometimes it gets painful), still trying to conceal my old self with the new one, and to top it all I still have the necessity for education. Thus, I arrived where I was supposed to go before Part IV: Universidad de Los Andes. Now I’m a constant battle within the socially unacceptable body of a normal girl, walking up and down the city, trying to understand my real role in the world, studying Literature (adding up Languages & Sociocultural Studies very soon, people), and of course, smirking at this nonsensical world.

3. What are/were your favorite school subjects?

When I was at school, my favorite subject was choir. I enjoyed singing like crazy (and still do). At Loras, my favorite subject was French. Nowadays, this semester, my favorite subject is Linguistics. Yeaaahhh!!!!

4. What are/were your least favorite school subjects?

At school it was Physics. The teacher was fantastic, so I was sort of sorry that my respect and admiration for him couldn’t match up with the respect and admiration I had for the subject.

At Loras, MOI (Modes Of Inquiry). Some horrible thing all first-year students must take to get used to college, featuring…. HARRY POTTER!!! OH NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Right now, it must be Literary Theory. It’s so wildly complex I’ll be lost in euphoria if I simply don’t fail. I can assure you it can become a good topic for a nightmare. Once this is done, I’ll feel free and fly around campus on the wings of joy and triumph.

5. Have you ever had a favorite teacher? Why was he/she a favorite?

I’ve had lots of favorite teachers. Usually I like them because they are incredibly smart and incredibly nice at the same time. I remember gladly most of my late high school teachers, especially my 11th grade Spanish, Philosophy, and Music teachers, and practically all of my Loras professors were jawdroppers. Right now I like my French Poets professor. He is like a great fountain of knowledge!

Ok, I’m tired of writing this stupid stuff. Now you know more about me, but by question #5 I’m exhausted. You can tell by the last sentence. Dakara, I’m done. Bye.

Random thoughts on the masculine world

Colombian men suck!

Are buttocks like cannonballs all you seek?

Do you locate our brains in our breasts?

We have it all lost if we don’t look like impossible shapes.

You saw our face, it didn’t sell for millions,

Did you care to peek into our shiny soul?

Come on, guys, take your time and stop shedding musk instead of tears.

TFF!

I don’t care if it’s the only thing I write; I love the friday five!

1. When was the last time you laughed?

Oh a few seconds ago, of course!

2. Who was the last person you had an argument with?

My mother, yesterday, but it wasn’t anything serious so it didn’t last long.

3. Who was the last person you emailed?

Minori, something very short and quick this morning before class.

4. When was the last time you bathed?

This morning!!! What do YOU think?

5. What was the last thing you ate?

Fried fish, lentils, rice, mango juice, and blackberry juice.

Done. Hurray for me.

Faith

the only thing left standing after the hurricane

the only letter that this raging fire didn’t burn

a comet that did not turn into stardust

a sparkling gem forgotten in the dirt

like air

you will not see it and your life depends on it

like water

tasting bitter from the sands of discontent

hang on to it

a spiny tree below which lions await

hang on to it

and bleed and cry in pain

but keep it there

keep the faith