It's hard to recall all of the key events of the past days.
It's hard to recall all of the key events of the past days. Let's see. The school celebrated Mrs. Payne's birthday with a mass and a short breakfast.
Something that's a touchy subject among the group of classmates I hang with is religion. Yes, we believe in the same God (hopefully) but we belong to different churches. I'm Catholic, along with Nasly, whom I doubt is a regular, but anyway, the rest are protestant. So, there I was, in the middle of them, reciting all the responses we give during mass. I'm glad of the church I grew up in.
And then for the breakfast, the baleadas were not enough for about 20 students, myself included, so Mrs. Hyde took us outside school to eat baleadas. That was fun.
Saturday was a highly stressful day. I went to school to do the MAP tests (I scored higher than average, but I'm not bragging, really; I wish I had scored higher, though)and I spent way too much time with that. Then, all in a rush, I was picked up, we left Mom and Esther at Little Caesar's while Dad took me home so I could get my stuff for the CR event and then we went back so we could have lunch. I really was pissed off and stressed that I was rude to Mom and even cried over forgeting to take my pills (that was silly). Now, I'll rush into what happened 'cause there is one particular aspect I'd like to talk about. I was dropped off at the paseo de los ceibeños, thinking I was late, but found only one more volunteer. After like half an hour, the rest of the people came and the event started. I was in charge of this huge board game, Riesgolandia, with a bunch of little kids. When it was finished, some of the volunteers took a boat ride, and I went, and it was cool although I got all wet. I think I really am taking risks and going on adventures.
So, the "aspect" I wanted to talk about. It's Carlos Zelaya. I have a crush on him. And he is now a volunteer. When he arrived at the beach, with the rest of the people, we smiled at each other (I guess that was our greeting), then he sat next to me and we made small talk (he asked for my score in Math, 256, and his was 260-something; that was not cool). When we were told to take over a game, he and I worked together. I don't know why but when I like somebody, I like to make fun of them. So, during all the games we played, I was making jokes about him and I have no idea if he was entertained by them or annoyed, hopefully the former. Is that the way I flirt? Should it be considered flirting?
Anyway, I was enjoying myself (and him) but at some point, Nicolle Aguirre shows up and I felt that the attention he gave me, he gave to her. I am a jealous person. I felt like my jokes weren't as funny anymore. It's not like she is pretty, in fact she's fat and older and not as interesting as me. Carlos can talk to me. I liked that when I had cajoled him into buying me a michoacana, he did! But then Nicolle A. went and bought them and she did not get the flavor I wanted and now that I think about it, she took away a moment Carlos and I could've had!
He left and didn't even say goodbye.
Later that night, I tried to chat with him, which did not went like I wished. He left me in blue (that's slang to when they read your last message in Whatsapp but don't respond). Just right now he whatsapped me. I still have the last word. I hope he cares to answer, or even read it. It's been two hours.
After the CR event, the 79th anniversary actually, I went home to change and then Esther and I went to a Zumba in benefit of ASA. There was a moment when they were commemorating the dogs that had died and both of us shared a look and the memory of Pulguita.
We continued exercising. At some point Aunt Indira and Tyra came; we took pictures. It was fun. Oh, the girlfriend was there, Monica. Yes, Carlos has a girlfriend and I have a crush on him.
We picked up Mom from a gathering with her colleagues, Esther was hungry so we went to get food at 10 pm. I only ate a platano maduro.
Carlos is in the STUCO elections committee. Today, we shared inside jokes and smiles and laughs. What I disliked was when he said things like "calmada Georgina" or something like that, or when he hit me on the head with a box. It didn't hurt but I said "hey!" and he said "what? It doesn't hurt" and does it again. I hit him with a silicon bottle. And then when I was leaving, he sprinkled me with water, purposefully or not, and I said "you're bullyng me" with a kiddingly tone. I doubt he heard though 'cause he just looked at me as if I hadn't said anything.
I like him. But I know I don't have a chance with him. I'm not pretty. I'm not impressive. I don't think he likes me back, even as a friend, perhaps as a buddy.
I have no idea if anybody will find me beautiful, if anybody will love me, or want to marry me. But that's not my top priority. It would be nice to have a friend. It would be wonderful to have a boyfriend. But that's not my priority.
What is my priority.
Something that's a touchy subject among the group of classmates I hang with is religion. Yes, we believe in the same God (hopefully) but we belong to different churches. I'm Catholic, along with Nasly, whom I doubt is a regular, but anyway, the rest are protestant. So, there I was, in the middle of them, reciting all the responses we give during mass. I'm glad of the church I grew up in.
And then for the breakfast, the baleadas were not enough for about 20 students, myself included, so Mrs. Hyde took us outside school to eat baleadas. That was fun.
Saturday was a highly stressful day. I went to school to do the MAP tests (I scored higher than average, but I'm not bragging, really; I wish I had scored higher, though)and I spent way too much time with that. Then, all in a rush, I was picked up, we left Mom and Esther at Little Caesar's while Dad took me home so I could get my stuff for the CR event and then we went back so we could have lunch. I really was pissed off and stressed that I was rude to Mom and even cried over forgeting to take my pills (that was silly). Now, I'll rush into what happened 'cause there is one particular aspect I'd like to talk about. I was dropped off at the paseo de los ceibeños, thinking I was late, but found only one more volunteer. After like half an hour, the rest of the people came and the event started. I was in charge of this huge board game, Riesgolandia, with a bunch of little kids. When it was finished, some of the volunteers took a boat ride, and I went, and it was cool although I got all wet. I think I really am taking risks and going on adventures.
So, the "aspect" I wanted to talk about. It's Carlos Zelaya. I have a crush on him. And he is now a volunteer. When he arrived at the beach, with the rest of the people, we smiled at each other (I guess that was our greeting), then he sat next to me and we made small talk (he asked for my score in Math, 256, and his was 260-something; that was not cool). When we were told to take over a game, he and I worked together. I don't know why but when I like somebody, I like to make fun of them. So, during all the games we played, I was making jokes about him and I have no idea if he was entertained by them or annoyed, hopefully the former. Is that the way I flirt? Should it be considered flirting?
Anyway, I was enjoying myself (and him) but at some point, Nicolle Aguirre shows up and I felt that the attention he gave me, he gave to her. I am a jealous person. I felt like my jokes weren't as funny anymore. It's not like she is pretty, in fact she's fat and older and not as interesting as me. Carlos can talk to me. I liked that when I had cajoled him into buying me a michoacana, he did! But then Nicolle A. went and bought them and she did not get the flavor I wanted and now that I think about it, she took away a moment Carlos and I could've had!
He left and didn't even say goodbye.
Later that night, I tried to chat with him, which did not went like I wished. He left me in blue (that's slang to when they read your last message in Whatsapp but don't respond). Just right now he whatsapped me. I still have the last word. I hope he cares to answer, or even read it. It's been two hours.
After the CR event, the 79th anniversary actually, I went home to change and then Esther and I went to a Zumba in benefit of ASA. There was a moment when they were commemorating the dogs that had died and both of us shared a look and the memory of Pulguita.
We continued exercising. At some point Aunt Indira and Tyra came; we took pictures. It was fun. Oh, the girlfriend was there, Monica. Yes, Carlos has a girlfriend and I have a crush on him.
We picked up Mom from a gathering with her colleagues, Esther was hungry so we went to get food at 10 pm. I only ate a platano maduro.
Carlos is in the STUCO elections committee. Today, we shared inside jokes and smiles and laughs. What I disliked was when he said things like "calmada Georgina" or something like that, or when he hit me on the head with a box. It didn't hurt but I said "hey!" and he said "what? It doesn't hurt" and does it again. I hit him with a silicon bottle. And then when I was leaving, he sprinkled me with water, purposefully or not, and I said "you're bullyng me" with a kiddingly tone. I doubt he heard though 'cause he just looked at me as if I hadn't said anything.
I like him. But I know I don't have a chance with him. I'm not pretty. I'm not impressive. I don't think he likes me back, even as a friend, perhaps as a buddy.
I have no idea if anybody will find me beautiful, if anybody will love me, or want to marry me. But that's not my top priority. It would be nice to have a friend. It would be wonderful to have a boyfriend. But that's not my priority.
What is my priority.