I forgot again.
I forgot again. Whatever. I just hope I keep remembering that I forget.
My family and I did not go out during the Independence day holidays. We had five days during which we could've gone somewhere on a trip, like Pinalejo and Copan, or Cayos Cochinos, or Laguna del Cacao. But my parents did not have money. I understand. But what I don't understand is why they still don't have money.
Sometimes I get upset that we have super tight budgets or that we can't have some luxuries, like going on trips or buying shoes. I pray that my dad gets a job. I hope You're listening God.
I got my period today during school. I remember the first time I went to school after I had my first period. It was seventh grade. The girls had a code to say when you had your period: el punto en la oracion or something like that, just being silly about it, treating it like a taboo. A year later I think we had matured about it. I remember when the boys bothered Nicolle because she grew her boobs first.
I don't like to get my period during school 'cause I get worried that I'll get stained or that they'll notice it and whisper things (and I know they've whispered that I stink down there because it's true and it happens when I'm not wearing a protector on normal days). I prefer to get it right when I wake up because I get to shower and put a pad and feel fresh like always in the morning.
I smell sometimes. I don't understand why, though. I wear deodorant and during the day I don't sweat much, I don't think. It's weird.
Ms. Roberta told us her college story. How she wanted to have a baby right after graduating because she already had two nephews, and that Mrs. Payne did not want her to, so she went to the UNAH but she partied too much and came back to el CURLA where the boyfriend was, and that Mrs. Payne sent her to the US for a job at a camp and made her stay and study. She did two years at a community college and lived with a gringo family and had to adapt to them 'cause they're so different, more than we think, and then she did the four years at a university and got a degree in biology or something like that.
My story will not be like that. Mine will be that I couldn't wait to graduate and leave to the university that admitted me and granted me a full-tuition scholarship. I really can't wait to graduate and leave, even if the leaving part will take one more year to happen.
My family and I did not go out during the Independence day holidays. We had five days during which we could've gone somewhere on a trip, like Pinalejo and Copan, or Cayos Cochinos, or Laguna del Cacao. But my parents did not have money. I understand. But what I don't understand is why they still don't have money.
Sometimes I get upset that we have super tight budgets or that we can't have some luxuries, like going on trips or buying shoes. I pray that my dad gets a job. I hope You're listening God.
I got my period today during school. I remember the first time I went to school after I had my first period. It was seventh grade. The girls had a code to say when you had your period: el punto en la oracion or something like that, just being silly about it, treating it like a taboo. A year later I think we had matured about it. I remember when the boys bothered Nicolle because she grew her boobs first.
I don't like to get my period during school 'cause I get worried that I'll get stained or that they'll notice it and whisper things (and I know they've whispered that I stink down there because it's true and it happens when I'm not wearing a protector on normal days). I prefer to get it right when I wake up because I get to shower and put a pad and feel fresh like always in the morning.
I smell sometimes. I don't understand why, though. I wear deodorant and during the day I don't sweat much, I don't think. It's weird.
Ms. Roberta told us her college story. How she wanted to have a baby right after graduating because she already had two nephews, and that Mrs. Payne did not want her to, so she went to the UNAH but she partied too much and came back to el CURLA where the boyfriend was, and that Mrs. Payne sent her to the US for a job at a camp and made her stay and study. She did two years at a community college and lived with a gringo family and had to adapt to them 'cause they're so different, more than we think, and then she did the four years at a university and got a degree in biology or something like that.
My story will not be like that. Mine will be that I couldn't wait to graduate and leave to the university that admitted me and granted me a full-tuition scholarship. I really can't wait to graduate and leave, even if the leaving part will take one more year to happen.