sábado, 10 de octubre de 2015

Remembering. FREEWRITING

A few days ago I went to my former school with one of my best friends. We decided to go again to see how things have changed there and, let’s be honest, to get a little bit nostalgic
As we came into the teacher’s parking lot, I remembered the first day of secondary school. I was afraid and excited at the same time. That seems so far ago actually, even though it was just 6 years ago. Surprisingly, I didn’t thought about how fast high school would end and how far I saw college then.
That day I realized that I’m not the little frightened girl I used to be anymore. 
As I walked the corridors, I could only see kids I’ve never seen before. In fact, I was expecting to see some of my friends walking with me, with notes on our hands, gossiping, complaining about everything, being always hungry, laughing, crying, begging teachers for the test to be easy or even begging for mercy to increase our marks. Now it’s rather difficult to meet with them because we are so busy and each one has different timetables, but we already knew that would happen eventually.
The halls, the music classroom, the assembly hall… Every corner had a story, our story, the story of my friends and mine, a story that will be kept in the back of our minds forever. And then, we will remember not the hard times when we had to study until death for Selectividad but the good moments we had inside those four walls we call High School.
-Irene.

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