Lots of things happened this week.
Lots of things happened this week.
Tuesday was Valentine's Day. I read lots of "definitions" for this holiday and my conclusion is that it's a date to celebrate love, yes, but sadly has been used to promote consumerism. Does its origin really matter? I mean, there's the saint and his alleged story about performing marriages in a time of despair, but there's also the accusation of it being a pagan celebration. The Catholic church is smart. It takes advantage of heathen festivities and turns them in the direction of God, or at least His teachings.
Like always, I didn't get anything. I've never gotten anything (other than things you give to all the class but that was when we were kids). It doesn't make me sad. These boys don't know great if it's right on their noses. Aaand I know I'm not pretty.
I bought a glass bottle with hearts around it and marshmellows in it for the family. It turned out to be a scam 'cause the bottles cost 25 bucks in the store and I bought it for 100. Anyway, even though Nasly called me tonta, I hope the family got the message.
We got our passports that day too. I was frustrated during the whole thing 'cause I have no patience and all. In the end, my picture turned out ugly. But for it to happen, Esther and I had to leave school early. That meant right in the middle of the Valentine's day celebration. They put up karaoke. At some point I started to enjoy myself, and ignore the looks I was getting from Anna, Fernando, Nasly and April. Matilde and I sang along together. We even stood side by side and sang "Let it go" at the top of our lungs. What the heck. But it was fun.
This whole week the KB team has been "studying". Like I said to Mr. Carlos, I think I was the only one taking it seriously. And when I said that to him, he chuckled. Chuckeld! Now, I don't know if he agreed with me or if he thinks I'm arrogant.
Lik usual, I got tired of them, and their stupid jokes, their stupid laughs, their stupid arguing, their stupid faces, and their stupidity. And especially their stupid shared glances after I leave a room. When I sorted out the shirts thing, I got frustrated 'cause the money wasn't right and I noticed every single look that meant to say I was crazy. And that's the feeling I had during the entire time I spent with them.
There was a KB inauguration, were we basically watched kids from other schools compete in silly one-minute contests, pointed out cute guys (Mr. Quiñones being my first pick), and in general did nothing productive.
On Thursday I got the email. I'm moving to the second round of interviews for Walton. Out of 24 kids, I am one of the two who were picked. I still don't know how many other kids there's going to be in Tegucigalpa, like four from SPS and four from Teguc. I made the math, and I may be wrong, but I have a 1 in 5 chance of getting it.
The questions is: what will I do if I get it?
Will I immediately take it and go for it?
Will I still apply for other scholarships?
I don't know. Most definitely, if I don't get it, I'll carry on applying for others. I have to consider that if I take it, I should only discard the options that were below that one, so I'd still want to get the better options.
So now I'll explain the next two days in sequence, 'cause many aspects are involved.
Friday, I wake up, put on my shirt and go to school, backpack on my back. I arrive nonchallantly. I join the vips sans Fernando and chat with them. I get up to grab a book from my schoolbag when I see/hear Ms. Sarah call me to the door.
"Do you have something to tell me?"
I know she means about the Walton thing but how do I answer that?
"Oh, yeah, I go through to the next round."
She looks at me, waiting for more.
"They said it could be either the 28th or 1rst. In Tegucigalpa."
They she smiles and opens her arms. I hugged her. Ew. I mean, weird.
"Congratulations." Then she left.
I rejoin the vips sans Fernando. April asks what happened with Walton, low so only I could hear. I tell her I have another interview. She smiled, I think. Andrea starts talking about it, saying how she opened the email and it said that no, thank you, you have not been selected. Then I had to say that I got an email too, with an opposite message. Andrea just wanted to know what exactly the email said. I couldn't please her.
"I don't remember."
Nicolle asks, "Aren't you excited?"
Of course I'm excited witch. I just don't want to show it right now.
"Of course I am. My mom even more than I."
Then we had assembly, where Mrs. Hyde personally introduced each participant in the Language Arts festival, thought the KB team had left already, and proceded to make Mr. Carlos introduce us. When he said, "Georgina Lacayo, captain of Team B", I stepped forward with my hands beneath my chin.
We left in a hurry, and right before I could dash away, Mrs. Hyde (Ms. Roberta was there too) said, "I told you, you are blessed", in reference to the Walton thing. When the heck did she say that?
Anyway, we get there for our first match. We begin winning, me having made all the points. Then I started to lose all the points. In the middle of the match Fernando whispered to me, "If you're not sure, don't answer". I got so pissed. The next question, I buzzed and got it right. In the end, we lost 9 to 2. Only I answered during the entire game. There was a banner in the classroom that said, "Success is measured by effort". I felt successful. I made all the points, regardless that I also lost them. I felt good. (And the opponent's school team captain was cute.)
The rest of the games went similarly, I made all the points but this time we all took turns of losing them. The only difference was my attitude. I ain't a sore loser but I hate being scolded. No tiene nada que reclamarme Mrs. Antunez, nada. Como si ella supiera algo.
Where is the fault really? I wasn't nervous like she claimed. I just didn't know the answer. We didn't know the answers.
I said to her that if she wanted us to pay her back we would. I walked out in the middle of their scolding. She reproached that I should have that attitude, considering Mrs. Hyde supports me and stuff. Bah. Witch.
The team played volleyball in the inbetweens. I joined them after our fourth loss. They made fun of me. I made jokes, too, to play it cool. But the next day Fernando made the joke twice, and I snapped. I walked away and when the teachers asked why I'd returned I told them that they mocked me 'cause I didn't know how to play and that Fernando did it right then. He had embarrassed himself in the inauguration in a bottle throwing contest (where the bottle is supposed to land upright); he threw it on the floor, picked it up, and it fell on the floor again. Mrs. Antunez said she'd go and make fun of him too, call him Bottleboy.
On Friday when we returned to school to go home, Mrs. Hyde didn't yell at us like we were expecting. I sat, apart from the team, waiting for Mom, talking to Shabely, when both Mom and Mrs. Ilze arrive. I wanted to hug Mrs. Ilze to thank her for the chocolate bags, (Mrs. Roberta said to Mrs. Arauz that I was crazy, I liked that way she said it, so I think it was good-crazy). I went to hug her and as I gave her my thanks she gave me her congratulations for the Walton thing.
Then Mom and I went to Dunkin Donuts, where I ate ice cream and she a bagle with cream cheese and I recalled all of that day's events. She told me she had been congratulated about me. She said that Mrs. Astrid, who was part of the Walton crew, would like to talk to me if I wanted.
On Saturday, when we got to the school, Mrs. Hyde wanted us to stay longer to "help out" in the festival. I was like heck no, I'm going home. The team left the bridge, walked like dumbasses all around, until finally they called me over and I reluctantly went (Chito and Profe. Meza were there to tell me I should go). Oh, right, Chito and I chatted for a while. He told me, while pointing to the team, that there wasn't a kid there who was taking it seriously. I couldn't agree more.
So I go and Fernando says that Mrs. Hyde wants us here and will give us Monday free if we stay and that if I don't want to then I should leave. Under my breath, I muttered, "That's why I was over there". I called Dad nonetheless but he had already left work and was stuck in traffic. So I walked past Mrs. Hyde, who didn't even glance at me, and hid in the ballet room with the girls who danced in the opening ceremony (my group sans Nicolle, Andrea and Monse). Mrs. Mariana was there and I hugged her and thanked her. She told me that from now on it was all up to God.
I stayed there doing nothing until Dad came.
Later I asked in Whatsapp at what time they were let off and was glad I hadn't stayed. But Fernando said something about waiting for me. What the heck? He just wanted to scare me, I think, about disobeying Mrs. Hyde. He failed.
And when I asked if we had school today and whether it was for the whole school, he replied no, as if wanting to scare me again. How stupid does that kid think I am?
He's a hippocrite.
He makes me not want to do the photoshoot.
Ugh.
Speaking of, when I sent ideas for our shirts, only Nasy answered, hours later.
I searched for no-friends-quotes on Pinterest.
Sometimes I get sad that I have no friends.
When I read those texts, I related so much.
"There are no friends; only moments of friendships."-Jules Renard
It's been like that all this time.
Tuesday was Valentine's Day. I read lots of "definitions" for this holiday and my conclusion is that it's a date to celebrate love, yes, but sadly has been used to promote consumerism. Does its origin really matter? I mean, there's the saint and his alleged story about performing marriages in a time of despair, but there's also the accusation of it being a pagan celebration. The Catholic church is smart. It takes advantage of heathen festivities and turns them in the direction of God, or at least His teachings.
Like always, I didn't get anything. I've never gotten anything (other than things you give to all the class but that was when we were kids). It doesn't make me sad. These boys don't know great if it's right on their noses. Aaand I know I'm not pretty.
I bought a glass bottle with hearts around it and marshmellows in it for the family. It turned out to be a scam 'cause the bottles cost 25 bucks in the store and I bought it for 100. Anyway, even though Nasly called me tonta, I hope the family got the message.
We got our passports that day too. I was frustrated during the whole thing 'cause I have no patience and all. In the end, my picture turned out ugly. But for it to happen, Esther and I had to leave school early. That meant right in the middle of the Valentine's day celebration. They put up karaoke. At some point I started to enjoy myself, and ignore the looks I was getting from Anna, Fernando, Nasly and April. Matilde and I sang along together. We even stood side by side and sang "Let it go" at the top of our lungs. What the heck. But it was fun.
This whole week the KB team has been "studying". Like I said to Mr. Carlos, I think I was the only one taking it seriously. And when I said that to him, he chuckled. Chuckeld! Now, I don't know if he agreed with me or if he thinks I'm arrogant.
Lik usual, I got tired of them, and their stupid jokes, their stupid laughs, their stupid arguing, their stupid faces, and their stupidity. And especially their stupid shared glances after I leave a room. When I sorted out the shirts thing, I got frustrated 'cause the money wasn't right and I noticed every single look that meant to say I was crazy. And that's the feeling I had during the entire time I spent with them.
There was a KB inauguration, were we basically watched kids from other schools compete in silly one-minute contests, pointed out cute guys (Mr. Quiñones being my first pick), and in general did nothing productive.
On Thursday I got the email. I'm moving to the second round of interviews for Walton. Out of 24 kids, I am one of the two who were picked. I still don't know how many other kids there's going to be in Tegucigalpa, like four from SPS and four from Teguc. I made the math, and I may be wrong, but I have a 1 in 5 chance of getting it.
The questions is: what will I do if I get it?
Will I immediately take it and go for it?
Will I still apply for other scholarships?
I don't know. Most definitely, if I don't get it, I'll carry on applying for others. I have to consider that if I take it, I should only discard the options that were below that one, so I'd still want to get the better options.
So now I'll explain the next two days in sequence, 'cause many aspects are involved.
Friday, I wake up, put on my shirt and go to school, backpack on my back. I arrive nonchallantly. I join the vips sans Fernando and chat with them. I get up to grab a book from my schoolbag when I see/hear Ms. Sarah call me to the door.
"Do you have something to tell me?"
I know she means about the Walton thing but how do I answer that?
"Oh, yeah, I go through to the next round."
She looks at me, waiting for more.
"They said it could be either the 28th or 1rst. In Tegucigalpa."
They she smiles and opens her arms. I hugged her. Ew. I mean, weird.
"Congratulations." Then she left.
I rejoin the vips sans Fernando. April asks what happened with Walton, low so only I could hear. I tell her I have another interview. She smiled, I think. Andrea starts talking about it, saying how she opened the email and it said that no, thank you, you have not been selected. Then I had to say that I got an email too, with an opposite message. Andrea just wanted to know what exactly the email said. I couldn't please her.
"I don't remember."
Nicolle asks, "Aren't you excited?"
Of course I'm excited witch. I just don't want to show it right now.
"Of course I am. My mom even more than I."
Then we had assembly, where Mrs. Hyde personally introduced each participant in the Language Arts festival, thought the KB team had left already, and proceded to make Mr. Carlos introduce us. When he said, "Georgina Lacayo, captain of Team B", I stepped forward with my hands beneath my chin.
We left in a hurry, and right before I could dash away, Mrs. Hyde (Ms. Roberta was there too) said, "I told you, you are blessed", in reference to the Walton thing. When the heck did she say that?
Anyway, we get there for our first match. We begin winning, me having made all the points. Then I started to lose all the points. In the middle of the match Fernando whispered to me, "If you're not sure, don't answer". I got so pissed. The next question, I buzzed and got it right. In the end, we lost 9 to 2. Only I answered during the entire game. There was a banner in the classroom that said, "Success is measured by effort". I felt successful. I made all the points, regardless that I also lost them. I felt good. (And the opponent's school team captain was cute.)
The rest of the games went similarly, I made all the points but this time we all took turns of losing them. The only difference was my attitude. I ain't a sore loser but I hate being scolded. No tiene nada que reclamarme Mrs. Antunez, nada. Como si ella supiera algo.
Where is the fault really? I wasn't nervous like she claimed. I just didn't know the answer. We didn't know the answers.
I said to her that if she wanted us to pay her back we would. I walked out in the middle of their scolding. She reproached that I should have that attitude, considering Mrs. Hyde supports me and stuff. Bah. Witch.
The team played volleyball in the inbetweens. I joined them after our fourth loss. They made fun of me. I made jokes, too, to play it cool. But the next day Fernando made the joke twice, and I snapped. I walked away and when the teachers asked why I'd returned I told them that they mocked me 'cause I didn't know how to play and that Fernando did it right then. He had embarrassed himself in the inauguration in a bottle throwing contest (where the bottle is supposed to land upright); he threw it on the floor, picked it up, and it fell on the floor again. Mrs. Antunez said she'd go and make fun of him too, call him Bottleboy.
On Friday when we returned to school to go home, Mrs. Hyde didn't yell at us like we were expecting. I sat, apart from the team, waiting for Mom, talking to Shabely, when both Mom and Mrs. Ilze arrive. I wanted to hug Mrs. Ilze to thank her for the chocolate bags, (Mrs. Roberta said to Mrs. Arauz that I was crazy, I liked that way she said it, so I think it was good-crazy). I went to hug her and as I gave her my thanks she gave me her congratulations for the Walton thing.
Then Mom and I went to Dunkin Donuts, where I ate ice cream and she a bagle with cream cheese and I recalled all of that day's events. She told me she had been congratulated about me. She said that Mrs. Astrid, who was part of the Walton crew, would like to talk to me if I wanted.
On Saturday, when we got to the school, Mrs. Hyde wanted us to stay longer to "help out" in the festival. I was like heck no, I'm going home. The team left the bridge, walked like dumbasses all around, until finally they called me over and I reluctantly went (Chito and Profe. Meza were there to tell me I should go). Oh, right, Chito and I chatted for a while. He told me, while pointing to the team, that there wasn't a kid there who was taking it seriously. I couldn't agree more.
So I go and Fernando says that Mrs. Hyde wants us here and will give us Monday free if we stay and that if I don't want to then I should leave. Under my breath, I muttered, "That's why I was over there". I called Dad nonetheless but he had already left work and was stuck in traffic. So I walked past Mrs. Hyde, who didn't even glance at me, and hid in the ballet room with the girls who danced in the opening ceremony (my group sans Nicolle, Andrea and Monse). Mrs. Mariana was there and I hugged her and thanked her. She told me that from now on it was all up to God.
I stayed there doing nothing until Dad came.
Later I asked in Whatsapp at what time they were let off and was glad I hadn't stayed. But Fernando said something about waiting for me. What the heck? He just wanted to scare me, I think, about disobeying Mrs. Hyde. He failed.
And when I asked if we had school today and whether it was for the whole school, he replied no, as if wanting to scare me again. How stupid does that kid think I am?
He's a hippocrite.
He makes me not want to do the photoshoot.
Ugh.
Speaking of, when I sent ideas for our shirts, only Nasy answered, hours later.
I searched for no-friends-quotes on Pinterest.
Sometimes I get sad that I have no friends.
When I read those texts, I related so much.
"There are no friends; only moments of friendships."-Jules Renard
It's been like that all this time.