The Fall [3] - Answers

Third year was here, now we had the next subjects: Physics, Chemistry, Ethics, Mexican History, English III, Technical Drawing, Sports III and another I can't remember (Arts I think.).

Cesar, Edgar and I kept developing a closer friendship, I did pretty much the same regarding my grades, Chemistry and English kept saving me, my drawing teacher still hated me and now, my physics teacher too! I swear, there was one bimester when Cesar admitted I did better than him and I got a 6 and he got a 10, the teacher didn't justify that grade.

You know, I knew my grades were really, really bad, and that I dissapointed more that one person, I was really doubting if I was going to be able to go to High School, I still remember I prayed a lot asking "for a chance", I remember I said this a lot: "I just want a chance, to prove I'm not a loser, to show of what I'm capable of". Everyday, I said the same "I just want one more chance".

That year we had to pick our high school, we then made a test, and depending of the grades you were assigned to each school. I asked for CECyTEM Izcalli: Tech. Chemistry Laboratorist, since I was 100% sure I wanted to spend my live with chemistry, Cesar and Edgar choose High School #9, one of UNAM's high schools, and apparently one of the best public high school's in Mexico, my dad studied there, and he wanted to make me apply for it, but I decided not to, though, that meant that I was going to take different roads that my two great friends. But well, as long as we got what we wanted, we were okay. I did okay in the test, I was assigned to CECyTEM Izcalli, pretty nice stuff.

That year I also made friends with Andrea (she was deeply in love with Cesar :p), Lucia, Tania (she also was in love with Cesar D: ), Brenda and...Guadalupe? Oh, and there was this guy called Marco, we really didn't like him, but he thought we did, so he never was apart from us.

When I was about to end the course, my Algebra professor (the same I had on second grade), told me that he and I knew that I had a lot of potential, but that I loved to slack a lot, and told me to stop being like that, since that would ruin my life. I still keep his words with me, it was nice that a professor believed in me. I wish I could show him how far I've reached and how much I have left...

That year really shaped my live, I started to be more relaxed about everything, started to be more open to people and such...few days after I ended junior high school I came to this conclusion, people may not like it, but at least it fitted in most cases, and not even just me, more people have agreed with me:

"Bullying may be a bad thing, but seriously, it stops making you act like a girl, period."

Now, don't get me wrong, I know bullying is quite some serious in some regions, but well, here is quite "light", so I think I can say this, but well, that's the way I saw it.

I can say I was quite ready for the next step...

The Fall [2]

Then, it came second year of junior high school, since my parents could not afford a private school anymore, this time I went to a public school, it's name was Moises Saenz.

I wasn't fan of the idea, but there was no other choice.

First day was really odd, I entered the school around 7AM, everyone was in the schoolyard, and I had no idea of where to go, I just new my my group was 2-C, so I kept walking until I found any signs of my group, I think that some minutes after the principal asked for everyone to line up with their respective group. So, I decided to ask a teacher I saw and she took me with the group. There started the disaster.

I will try to be brief with the stories from junior high school, since I pretty much hate that period, and nothing extraordinary happened there.

In second grade I kept doing pretty bad when it came to grades, the only reason of why my report cards weren't that depressing was because of English and Chemistry.

There, I met probably one of the most awesome persons I've ever met, Cesar and Edgar, they're twins. The two of them were really kind with me, though, they were the "smarty pants" of the class...pretty ironical if you ask me. They were friends with Pablo, Rubén, and Levi. I didn't get well with Pablo that year. And now that I remember, Cesar and Edgar started talking to me because of Rubén, which was a cool guy as well. But I lost contact with him after junior high school, I found him on FB few months back, which was pretty nice since we got to talk again.

The classes I had that year were: Algebra (were I wish I would have payed more attention. :p), History, Biology, Geography, Introduction to Physics & Chemistry, English, Sports and and optional subject, I picked "Technical Drawing".

Call me crazy, but many professors didn't like the fact that I was friends with Cesar and Edgar, they said I was going to distract them, they always tried to make us sit far from each one. The teachers that disliked that the most, were my Drawing and Geography teachers, and even Cesar and Edgar agreed with me on that. I had a lot of problems with those two teachers, the Geography teacher simply hated me, she never let me make my expositions because my flip-charts were rolled instead of folded, she never checked my homework, said I never worked and such. The drawing teacher was at least fair with me. I ended up failing Geography for some reason (yeah), I made the extraordinary test, I got an 9/10.

The math professor had a certain interest on me, he knew I had quite some potential, but since I slacked a lot on his class he kept getting dissapointed.

Since I was the newbie there, I kept getting picked by the others, nothing bad really. I got used to it from before. :p

Thanks God, I ended that nightmare in one piece.

Date with The Devil

So this past June 25th was the birthday of the mother of my sister's boyfriend, and the family of her boyfriend was planning on doing a party for celebrating. I didn't want to go in first instance, but I got forced to go anyways, though, I was promised that we were leaving the party at 8-9pm. It was raining really bad that day I remember...
There was a band ready to start playing as soon as she arrived to the place (she and her husband haven't arrived when we arrived yet), but when we arrived they thought that, my mother was my sister's boyfriend mother and the band started to play! It was funny, really.
The reason why I didn't wanted to go was because that family consumes a lot of alcohol and I just can't stand that kind of people, plus, I don't party that much.
So the party was going as I expected, almost everyone was getting drunk after an hour when the party started (around 4-5pm). I was awfully bored, so my parents let me invite my friend Alan. He arrived, and he got invited few drinks, he accepted, though, luckily, he didn't consumed anymore alcohol after that.
My sister's boyfriend father is pretty much the kind of people that disgust me, maybe, just maybe, he has good intentions, but he really fails at pursuing his ambitions by the apropiate road. He, obviously, got super drunk as soon as the party started; he was so drunk that he even invited my mother to dance. I went to a little garden outside to avoid all that nasty people as much as possible. So the party was going on and the time began to pass little by little.
It was around 8:30pm when I noticed that we were not going to return early, and everyone was terribly drunk by that time, yeah including my parents. I was really angry with everyone, except with Alan of course, I don't know what could had happen if he wasn't there, but I guess that I would most likely take a bus back home.
Then I got to to meet my sister's boyfriend sister, at first glance, she looked like a really nice girl, totally the opposite to his brother, but boy! How wrong was I? She is as bad mouthed, alcoholic, and crazy (for not saying slightly inmature) as his brother. I mean, the 3 minutes I got to talk to her and his brother she couldn't even make a sentence without insulting him or swearing. It was terrible, I just wanted to leave that place, Alan and I went outside to the street to see if we could find a bus to go to his house, but it was kinda late and we didn't find any buses. He called his parents to tell them that he was arriving late at night.
I couldn't be more angry, I just couldn't stand that anymore. But then my sister's boyfriend comes around again to give me some weird thing, I said him that I was not going to drink it, he insisted and insisted, he practically forced me to drink whatever the hell was that, it was the bitterest thing I've ever tried in my life. I was really angry, I got to talk to him later, he told me about some of his weird 'adventures' and...ugh, I don't even want to remember that conversation, he could barely talk anyways.
It was around 10:45pm when we finally left, my father was badly drunk, though, so was everyone else, well, my mother didn't drink anymore after. 5-6-pm apparently, so she was obviously going to drive, but then my stupid father jumps into place saying that he was going to drive. My sister came in too, though, she was trying to make him understand that he couldn't drive like that, he didn't listen to her, she got sngry and said: "I don't want to talk to that idiot anymore", I found awesomely ironic, I actually started laughing. We finally convinced my father to not drive. My sister was going to return later with her boyfriend, so she stayed there. We left Alan in his house, I apologized for what happened and what he saw. It was terribly embarassing for me. That family left really bad impressions in me.
We finally arrived home and eveyone went to sleep. But I told my father first this: "Next time you try to leave a good impression with someone else, first try to leave a good impression with your own son.".

I had really weird dreams that night...

Bouncing

So I have a friend (more like my brother [I consider him my brother]) in the US, he was planning to visit me this summer, but I was not sure if it was worthy for him, since I have some courses at school and I wasn't sure if it was the time already, but I didn't use the right words and end up messing things around (as usual). I passed the last week thinking of what could be done, and despite not finding out when were the courses supposed to take place, I did discover that they last 2-3 hours a day, so it wasn't a waste of time after all. So I decided to give the 'yes' finally, I was actually excited for giving the news, but I messed my words again and as a result, the conversation itself.
Now I don't even know if I want to see him in person, it will be highly likely that I will hurt him again, and it would be even worse if that happens while he is physically at my side and in vacation.
I hope everything ends up right...

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The more I move away...

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