Invencible Soy

Today I registered my subjects for second semester, I hope I don't mess this time around (I really doubt it). I'll take this semester:
-Algebra
-Thermodynamics
-Physics
-Statistics
-Chemistry II
-Organic Chemistry II
-Experimental Sciences Lab II

It sounds and looks tough, but I won't let that bring me down.

Since I got all my subjects in the morning, I was considering going to register to the gym again, but I decided yo wait a little bit more, I'll take first week of classes to see if I can handle it.

I've been feeling really weird lately, really, as if everyone is trying to "one-up" me, thing I really hate. And not because I can't deal with it, but it's sad to see people needs to do that. I sadly used to be like that, until few months back, but I'm still trying.

You know, I wrote down some words that I wish I could show everyone, but I just won't feel comfortable with posting them. Specially because they show how I failed with one of my dreams.

By the way guys, have I mentioned you I like to sing? Yeah, maybe my voice sucks, but still. *sigh* I wish I could be good for one thing at least. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm not good for anything,  it is just I'm good at some things, but I wish I could be really really good for something, something people would know about me because of how good I am at it.

Anyways, it's time to try to sleep again.

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...

Answers

I mean, I spent so much time looking for answers...but I just couldn't see they I had them all the time, I always had the right words with me, but it was just a matter of looking deeper...hmm...

- - -

As soon as I opened my eyes.
A past that made me ill.
A moment that made me feel.
A  live that got filled.

El sentimiento de una única sensación.
Un futuro que brinda emoción.
Un instante de satisfacción.
Un puesto que ya se encontró.

- - -

Who knows? Maybe that's the answer I was looking for...you know, what I left in the road...though,  I found two other things that I was sure I never had, one is bad, one is good, in fact I can tell you more about the good thing: Maybe, just maybe, I found another answer to one of questions; maybe, just maybe, he wanted me to learn from my mistakes, to see the other side of the coin; maybe, just maybe; I'm not allowed to know it all; maybe, just maybe this aanswer holds all that I wanted.

Though...the other thing... I said things I never expected and now I can't find an answer to them, despite how much I want.

The Beginning 4

This year was big! Fourth grade of Spanish, third of English. My English teacher was named Paty, she was famous for being the most strict teacher in the school. I always finished her works really quick, and he sometimes got mad with me for the same reason, she didn't like that.

So Alan was in the same group as me, he still was a little angry with me, but for some reason, we started talking a lot again, we became great friends again.

He invited me to his birthday party, me and another girl from our class were the only ones from the school that were invited. We became even closer friends.

I was doing really, really great on Basketball, we won that year's regional tourney.

The play of that year was Pinnochio. I was Pinnochio II, however, out from the other three Pinnochio's, I was the one that had more script, oh, and a song! :D

I got 8.6 on Spanish, and. . . 10 on English! Here was were everything changed, at the end of the course, Miss Paty talked to my dad and told him that I was way to good on English for going one grade lower, so next year I was going to study Spanish and English fifth grade. I was really happy.

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The Issacs way

Well, as you guys will notice from this posts from my past you will notice how I am the best for making the best mistakes. How I always ruin everything. Despite of what I thought, that I finally changed, it seems that it actually isn't true, it seems that I'm still the same strange person, but well that doesn't come as a surprise, really, I've already got used to this feeling...

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The beginning 3

Moving onto third grade of Spanish, second grade of English. The game really started there, Spanish was pretty "okay", English, I got 9.8+ grades of grades.

One day I was sited with this guy named "Alan", we were becoming really good friends little by little, then he moved into the sports class with me and became even closer. But one day we were playing and I accidentally pushed him into a wall. Thanks God nothing bad really happened, it was just the pain. He got really mad with me. I apologized a lot. But he wouldn't forgive me; I knew that our friendship was over.

The English groups presented a play every year, on first grade we did "The Lion King", I was Rafiki! XD ; on second grade we did Cinderella, I was Lionel (?), he was like the servant of the king IIRC. I also entered the school's basketball team. Hmm…I think that was all for that year, oh, I got 1^st grade on English that year. I still met with Ricardo few times, but not that frequently, he lives in Mexico City, I live 1 hour away from there.

The Beginning 2

For second grade I moved to a private school, were my sister was studying, however, this school was bilingual, so we got to study the same Spanish subjects on English, which means that I studied Science, History, etc. on English. The school rules said that since I came from a public school were English wasn't taught, I had to study Spanish second grade and English first grade. For some reason, English seem to be kinda natural on me, I did awesome that year in English. Same with Spanish.

No awards this time... and, as sad as it sounds, no friends this time. For the sports class, I had to choose between, Football, Basketball or Tae Kwon Do (?), I picked Basketball.

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The beginning

I would start to describe this from the kinder garten, but, I dont remember anything from it at all. :-/

Only that I met my first friend there, Ricardo. He was a nice guy, really smart actually.

Anyways, I studied my first year of elementary school on the elementary school were my mother works, Ricardo was there with me as well, I remember that my teacher was really strict, her name was Araceli. I remember that I was good for spelling and vocabulary. I also remember I used to be left-handed, but my teacher forced me to become right-handed.

I became really close friend to Ricardo. By the way, Ricardo's mother was my kinder teacher.

That year I got 1st place of the class, apparently for my vocabulary and spelling skills, oh and becuase I knew how to read since kindergarten. Ricardo got 4th, despite that he was good for everything else, excpet reading.

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How it used to be...

Today, while I was browsing in my photos I found this:

The friends I met in Toronto, Canada. It is Alan, Aldo, Mariana, Eloisa and Brenda. I still have contact with Alan, we are friends since elementary, I barely chat with Mariana and Brenda, but Aldo and Carolina...I really miss them, espcially Aldo, we were together the whole time at Toronto, he was a very nice guy, not to mention funny...then, few months after we returned, he practically dissapeared...with no trace, he never replied my sms, neither my mails...while I still have the mail of his sister, Eloisa, I haven't talked with her neither...for almost 3 years now...wherever they are...I hope they're alrgiht and remember...keep moving forward...