I finished my position papers yesterday so I didn't have time to write.
I finished my position papers yesterday so I didn't have time to write.
Today, Mr. Darío al suave les dijo tontos a los que les gusta la música reggaeton. "Es fácil entender 'Shaky-shaky', pero una canción que hable de Vivaldi, Allan Poe y Miguel Ángel solo pocos le van a entender", fue lo que dijo. Fernando pregunta: "¿Mr. entonces está diciendo que los que nos gusta el reggaeton son brutos?" El Mr. se quedó callado, con su sonrisita de yo-no-fui. Ja!
A veces me dan ganas de golpearlos a todos esos. Se burlan de los maestros; se burlan de todo y todos. Se creen tan astutos cuando la verdad es que son mediocres. Ugh.
Nasly likes to mock me sometimes, for not wearing makeup ("¿y para eso si te maquillas?"), for just being myself (in lit today, she giggled with Fernando at everything I said). I just play along 'cause what am I gonna do against the status quo?
That's why I want to write my essay (Mom encouraged me to do it) on: why analytical questions are good for you.
They don't like 'em instead they want to memorize theory, just to forget it all the minute the test is over. They don't read. Ugh.
Like I said to Esther just right now: "Se conoce mucho de la cultura de una persona por la ropa que usa, por la música que escucha, por los libros que leen, si es que leen."
Wow, I'm quoting myself.
Anyway, on Wednesday I had the interview. Dad and I had a road trip the evening before, and I enjoyed it. I am those kind of people that prefer the journey over the destination, sometimes. We prayed, we talked about life and faith, we listened to music. When we got to Teguc, Luis, Yeye and aunt Dea were all about asking me what the deal was. Grandma and Denis were less interrogative. I've always liked how Denis is very reserved. I'm like that except I talk more.
So I tried not to get my anxiety rule over. I'm beginning to master the art of being cool about stuff that would otherwise kill me with nerves.
I got my hair done. I loved how it looked, so straight, shiny and smooth. I wish it'd look like that all the time.
Dad picks me up (he stayed at aunt Norma's) and we go to Hotel Clarion. We go to the office room where it was being held and were told my a woman to wait. We sat in some couches near the lobby. I saw the other girl from Ceiba. There were two gringos, who I later found out were accompanying one of the interviewees(?), teachers perhaps.
Then it was my turn. When I heard my name, I was freaking out a little on the inside. I approach the Walton guy and he greets me with handshake and that cheek-to-cheek thing. We go into the room and I greet the other (slightly goodlooking) guy. They take a picture of me "to remeber who I was" and we sit across from each other in a u-shaped table. The chair was the kind with wheels; I spent the whole interview swinging myself.
They asked me about my family, myself, what my principal would say about me, what my best friend (I said Mom was) say about me. I only got like one or two words jambled. They congratulated my English. I bragged about my reading. They questioned what I'd do with my degree, to which I answered that I wanted to work with alternative energy sources. The older one asked something about hydrogen something and I just had no idea. Anyway, it ended with them saying how I was very impressive and that they'de email me if I get selected.
We said goodbye the same way we greeted.
That was it. It lasted for like 20 minutes.
To everyone that's asked, including Andrea and Luis Bustamante (he touched my arm and asked how did it go and I liked that moment, I mean, it wasn't romantic or anything but I don't know).
The trip back was kind of exhausting though.
The next day I went to Mrs. Hyde's office to tell her and I got a lecture about how she wants me to win it, how I should always count on her if I wanted to go to Prom (she'd gift me a table), buy me clothes for MUN or dresses, how I should like the makeup class. She's nice to me, in her weird way, because either she means it when she says that she's enjoying it because she's always wanted a daughter and/ or she thinks we're still going through a tough situation at home.
I mean, things are better now. Dad sold the property. I pray that we can get through this and not fall into bad decisions. I thank God because of all the blessings he's given us. Thank You.
It's late.
Today, Mr. Darío al suave les dijo tontos a los que les gusta la música reggaeton. "Es fácil entender 'Shaky-shaky', pero una canción que hable de Vivaldi, Allan Poe y Miguel Ángel solo pocos le van a entender", fue lo que dijo. Fernando pregunta: "¿Mr. entonces está diciendo que los que nos gusta el reggaeton son brutos?" El Mr. se quedó callado, con su sonrisita de yo-no-fui. Ja!
A veces me dan ganas de golpearlos a todos esos. Se burlan de los maestros; se burlan de todo y todos. Se creen tan astutos cuando la verdad es que son mediocres. Ugh.
Nasly likes to mock me sometimes, for not wearing makeup ("¿y para eso si te maquillas?"), for just being myself (in lit today, she giggled with Fernando at everything I said). I just play along 'cause what am I gonna do against the status quo?
That's why I want to write my essay (Mom encouraged me to do it) on: why analytical questions are good for you.
They don't like 'em instead they want to memorize theory, just to forget it all the minute the test is over. They don't read. Ugh.
Like I said to Esther just right now: "Se conoce mucho de la cultura de una persona por la ropa que usa, por la música que escucha, por los libros que leen, si es que leen."
Wow, I'm quoting myself.
Anyway, on Wednesday I had the interview. Dad and I had a road trip the evening before, and I enjoyed it. I am those kind of people that prefer the journey over the destination, sometimes. We prayed, we talked about life and faith, we listened to music. When we got to Teguc, Luis, Yeye and aunt Dea were all about asking me what the deal was. Grandma and Denis were less interrogative. I've always liked how Denis is very reserved. I'm like that except I talk more.
So I tried not to get my anxiety rule over. I'm beginning to master the art of being cool about stuff that would otherwise kill me with nerves.
I got my hair done. I loved how it looked, so straight, shiny and smooth. I wish it'd look like that all the time.
Dad picks me up (he stayed at aunt Norma's) and we go to Hotel Clarion. We go to the office room where it was being held and were told my a woman to wait. We sat in some couches near the lobby. I saw the other girl from Ceiba. There were two gringos, who I later found out were accompanying one of the interviewees(?), teachers perhaps.
Then it was my turn. When I heard my name, I was freaking out a little on the inside. I approach the Walton guy and he greets me with handshake and that cheek-to-cheek thing. We go into the room and I greet the other (slightly goodlooking) guy. They take a picture of me "to remeber who I was" and we sit across from each other in a u-shaped table. The chair was the kind with wheels; I spent the whole interview swinging myself.
They asked me about my family, myself, what my principal would say about me, what my best friend (I said Mom was) say about me. I only got like one or two words jambled. They congratulated my English. I bragged about my reading. They questioned what I'd do with my degree, to which I answered that I wanted to work with alternative energy sources. The older one asked something about hydrogen something and I just had no idea. Anyway, it ended with them saying how I was very impressive and that they'de email me if I get selected.
We said goodbye the same way we greeted.
That was it. It lasted for like 20 minutes.
To everyone that's asked, including Andrea and Luis Bustamante (he touched my arm and asked how did it go and I liked that moment, I mean, it wasn't romantic or anything but I don't know).
The trip back was kind of exhausting though.
The next day I went to Mrs. Hyde's office to tell her and I got a lecture about how she wants me to win it, how I should always count on her if I wanted to go to Prom (she'd gift me a table), buy me clothes for MUN or dresses, how I should like the makeup class. She's nice to me, in her weird way, because either she means it when she says that she's enjoying it because she's always wanted a daughter and/ or she thinks we're still going through a tough situation at home.
I mean, things are better now. Dad sold the property. I pray that we can get through this and not fall into bad decisions. I thank God because of all the blessings he's given us. Thank You.
It's late.