Monday 26 September 2011

An important person

My Math Teacher..
When you´re the child, the school is one of the most amazing places to spend a day with friends, enjoy the day playing with colors, molding plastisina and enjoy the games at recess, did not think much about the classes, or studying, however there are always some difficulties in each grade, mine was always and still is mathematics, has been one of the classes I find most difficult to me and to most students, but no doubt if you insist on being a good student in that class you can overcome it, I like to get a 100 in my exams, but math I really have to work but it was worth the effort, but I'll never forget my first 100 in math, I remember I had about six to seven years, first primary, and kindergarten was left behind, were no longer colored, or play all day with friends, less counting numbers, are listening to scary to hear of classes like science, social studies, language and mathematics was a difficult year as it is was the year you end up learning to read, I remember it all started, apparently was not as bad as I thought I liked most of the classes and continued to share with my friends, but mathematical level cost much than last year, now that I think makes me laugh, it is funny, and it was simple addition, subtraction, my teacher was very nice and with a lot of patience and caring, but just not only mathematics comes through my head, the tasks of this class I always did it with my mom and because I never liked them and get very frustrated, the ratings after were not what I expected neither in the worksheets .
I remember one day when it was time to go home and wait for my mom to pick me up, my math teacher came to talk about what happened in the class, said she noticed that I had difficulty in class, I replied and I told her It really cost a bit and I really liked making additions and subtractions to the numbers, she told me that soon we would have a test and she did not want me to go wrong in it, she offered that she could be help me reviewing this subject with me to get a good result. That afternoon I felt eternal, seeing all day addition and subtraction, and the exam was not until Friday, I understood better what was the add and subtract as my teacher taught me that afternoon in a fun way to I could understand much better, remember that his method was to add one more apple another apple and that was so funny, but I learned it a day before and did a few exercises but I was always very nervous, thinking how hard the test could be, many things went through my head, had all the luck from my family and my teacher, I tell you now that sounds fun, was a simple math test, the easiest I've ever had in my life but it was hard, in that time.
The big day finally came, it was the period math, time to see if I had really learned to add and subtract, I remember the teacher told us about the value of honesty that we should not cheat on exams, I felt very confident, look at the exam they were ten operations in five operations I had to add and subtract just four, and the number ten was what worried me most it was a combination of addition and subtraction, I decided to leave it last, I felt confident at the beginning and I did all the operations slowly but surely so after minutes I finish the nine operations and it was only one, but the most difficult, at first I looked at it very carefully and it seemed impossible to resolve, but if I can resolve the nine operations I could make resolve the last one, at last I give my exam to the teacher at the time I felt with a great relief, and no longer had to worry about the exam but wanted to know right away my score, I remember the next day the teacher came and said she wanted to congratulate everyone who got a 100 in the exam, she said give a loud applause to everyone who had gotten a good note, when she mention my name, I was the happiest person and while she arrive where I sit I saw my exam I look that I had obtained 100, a feeling was amazing. I think that it was one of the best times where I realized I could accomplish everything I wanted, and the effort is necessary for good results like it that perseverance that make me get that 100 in math, this 100 in my exam is the best memory of first grade and the help of an amazing teacher that care about me and wanted me to succeed, she become one of my favourite and the most important person in my first grade.

Monday 19 September 2011

Changing places

THE SPECIAL PLACE

Change is constant in our lives, some may bring us bad memories and some good moments, certainly one of the changes or places that I will always remember will be the home of my grandparents. My grandparent’s house has always been one of the best places you'll never find, if you enter, the smell of hot food with a nice smell, all clean and pleasant and with nice surroundings. I remember a lot the house that brings me many memories of my childhood it was one of the places I always liked when I was a young girl, there was always something interesting to do in the house.
It is a house with a large garden in the back was a big island of trees, bushes, in the middle in a big tree was a tree house, that me and my cousins always get out of the house climb all the way up and play in it, the tree house had many leaves and many interesting things that we all considered treasures. It was amazing the holidays or weekends, with all 5 cousins because the fun was endless. We often stayed to sleep in that house, all the cousins and we slept very late, drinking guanabana and a piece of cake that her grandmother always cooked, most of the holidays as a little girl I spent it there, not only playing but learning to spend precious time with my grandparents. The best days we celebrated in the house were very nice being able to share in that place times like Christmas or New Year with the whole family.
I remember a weekend it is one of my saddest days that I can remember, the work of my grandfather had to move to a house in another area of the city and have to leave that house and get a new one, and they decided to keep it and we would only use it for the long weekends, but that meant that we won’t be going to that place very often as much as we did. The last few times I spent in that house I felt sad because I couldn’t go as often, it wasn’t a nice feeling it was one of the best places of my childhood when my grandparents settled here in Guatemala. As we went all to visit the new home it was very nice, really spacious as well but I had the idea that no other house would be better to the first house.
In the new house I had fun but felt that there was never enough. At the beginning was a bit hard because I used to go every weekend and really missed going to play in the tree house with all my cousins. I was used to the new home, where we spent time with the whole family and definitely great moments and very special as well, I remember when it was a long weekend, the family again went to the old house, and remember a lot of memories, but for me were memories of all the funny, moments that had happened there we were bigger at that time but we always climb and see the old tree house, I well remembered that I used to do there with my cousins.
The whole house identifies my childhood; everything always happened near the old tree house, is a place that will always bring me peace and quiet and relaxing. Sometimes we have to leave places even if we don’t totally agree but the most important is to always remember the unforgettable experiences and the amazing moments that you make in your life. There isn’t a day we get together with the whole family and always ending mentioning the house of the grandparents as an amazing place. I still often miss it but I also like the current home of the grandparents, creating more special moments with my family and my cousins, and I hope there are no future changes because probably sounds funny but I will also miss that place. I think the change are hard but is a matter of time as you get used to something that you knew very well, but always help to value every moment and to have only good memories of those past places and always enjoy new.

Sunday 11 September 2011

childhood

My First trip to the beach..

Certainly I have always loved the beach; I remember my first encounter with the beach, sand, waves and the landscape that the beach offers I always visit the beach, but none of them was as memorable and fun as that day. I well remember was a Friday, days before my parents had told me we were going to the beach, finally the awaited day, just waiting a long morning at school to have then fun all weekend with my family. During my morning and only figured to be out of school for the journey, and was ready with my bag with lots of toys to have fun. At last the school time has passed and the time came to say goodbye to my friends. My mom pick me up from school and I felt closer the trip, she said to try not to get bored during the road and feel that something far as I arrived at my home, I change and my family too, we all began the trip as expected, at first I was watching as we left the city, and on the road everything was quiet, looked at the mountains and volcanoes, the journey was very long ending with sleep. Soon after I heard the voice of my dad that we had finally arrived, we arrived at a hotel I can not exactly remember the name, I remember a very large pool in the middle and in the distance was heard the sound of the sea, the trip made us all tired and later that day we went to our room rest.
The next day, in the morning, the sun was already very strong, it was very hot and it was time to have fun, we were all at the beach, I am amazed to see how big the sea was, I love the colour it had, the waves formed and the foam coming out. I thought it would be a very frightening experience to see the force of the sea pulling people in. What most excited me was to make a sand castle with my dad, we find it a little difficult but we make a good sea castle was destroyed by the time a hard wave came, it was fun throwing sand trough my brother and fill trays with sand too, then it came the time for the pool, but I was small and could not still swim but with the help of my parents I play in the area where it was not very deep, there I met and played with a girl my age, I did many things that day with my family and at the end of day I finish very tired.
The next day I knew it was the last on the beach but I think it was the best and is the reason why I enjoy every time I go to the beach that day I learned not to fear, we went to the beach in the morning and my dad asked me if I wanted to swim with him, I said no, because I was afraid to approach the waves, but my dad told me that nothing was going to happen that he was going to take care of me as long as i hold his hand, so we approached slowly to be in the water, near the shore was when the fear started, though I was scared it was fun to run when the wave was coming and could feel the cold water, I panic again when It felt stronger in my legs but I was already lost the fear. Then in the afternoon we went to walk the whole family along the beach, I while we walk I start to wonder if the sea had limits, in the distance a few boats were observed, and the sun is always shining and the heat, my dad started talking if probably we'd be lucky to find shells.
I liked the figures they had, of all sizes and shapes, while we walk I found a little but amazing shell it had 3 colours, white pink and red, I consider that special shell my treasure but as we arrived at the end of our walk and I observe that the sky had many colours, was just amazing, since then I love the beach, there is no better place I can go. We return to the hotel, pack all of our stuff and return to the city.

Simple, I love the Beach.