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Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I'm trying to remember which pre-school my mom sign me up, I barely remember that she use to drop my off in this day care which had a big a mean BIG white metal door.
Well a few years later a believe my parents sign me up in the American School Of Guayaquil, well I guess all you know I'm from Ecuador "Equator", I was there from pre-school until 6 grade, unfortunately i got withdrawal from school no because I was bad. It was dam hard and I couldn't handle it all signatures in English it was too much for me.
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Soo they decide to move me to another school, bilingual of course, imagine a kid that just got out from and American school end up in a bilingual school I got 100's in engish class, but as you can see they use to teach me basic stuff like (chair, table, pencil, paper)i was a pro on that imagine that.
Well i found out that not only was a good school but i learn the hard way in the school , kids were bad, Well i haven't tell you the name of the school, well is Liceo Cristiano de Guayaquil, Ohhh yeah it was a Christian school but those kids were no Christians at all believe me.
I had class mates that play wiji board in class, that one day OHHHHH MYYYY GOD just remember, I will never forget these day on my class mate got posses by a demon, he turn green and started to talk no-sense, well i just got goose bumps, NO LIE......
Imagine playing that in a CHRISTIAN SCHOOL.........
Well i spend 6th grade up to 7th grade until my parents decide that they want it a better life for us and move to the states, but before that my father will go to the US to see, try, convincing him that we were going to be better there. Well everything was plan.... But it something came up and we had to stay another year... Well I end up like we Spanish people say "CASA CARAJO LAND" it was the worst school a have ever been. there class room were not done, the students use to brake or make holds to the bricks to hide stuff “answer of an exams” stuff like that, the play area was more like a yarn are a pig farm, there was mud everywhere, it was not even funny been there and how they use to treat the students, I mean they use to punish the students by hitting them with a wood ruler, in the upper side of the arms. It was horrible, u were thinking if a got ever punish ohhhhhh yeah I did. LOL I wasn’t bad but I had my moments of revolt.
I just kept telling myself “This is temporary” but every day it was something in that school from fights to throwing the chairs over the fence just for the fun of it, that they decide to weld 5 to 6 school chair on a roll so they don’t even think to take them out of the class room; Guess what……. They took the whole roll and guess where it ends up the other side of the fence; they even use it as a ladder that day to escape from school.
Well my night mare end up and we move to the states in New Jersey were I did all my 4 years of High school , in one of the more coolest, scariest High School …..
