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14 de diciembre de 2009 |
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We all knew it was going
to happen. What we didn’t know was who would be the one to start
crying that day. Last year I studied in a bilingual school which was very different from
this school. Take the timetable for example, I used to start school at
half past nine and finished at half past five. We had approximately six
hours of English lessons a week and also did some other subjects like
History, P.I and Technology in English because most of our teachers were
English. So for us speaking this language all day long was a common thing,
something that went out naturally. I thought the change was going to be very hard but it hasn’t. I
mean everything is so different but I’m getting used to it little
by little. The classes are difficult and I have to study loads. But I
like them, I’m happy here. It’s just that I miss so much all
my friends because we were all as a big family. Sometimes I remember things
they used to say and I just wonder what they will be doing right now. As I’ve said before, we all knew it was going to happen, sooner
or later. But we didn’t know who was going to be the first one to
start crying. It was well known that when one started the other ones would
follow the chain. It was so predictable that we all feared that moment.
None of us wanted to show their weakness but it was clear that feelings
were going to rise up. Can you guess who started crying? |
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