Laughing to myself!

On Wednesday 21^st , my sister wanted to go to my aunt´s home and I wanted to go with her. 

 

The problem was the transportation. Currently, the municipality is working in the reparation... of the street. So, the people has to go in a specific place before the reparation of the street near from a school to get on the bus. The school is almost twenty minutes far of my house and my sister was thinking in going on a bus that left the school at 3:00 PM in the afternoon. But, my sister has a difficulty choosing clothes more than me. I was ready, but she did´nt. I have to wait her and she did not hurry up and when I saw the watch marked two and fifty minutes. We were walking fast and sometimes running to reach the bus. However, when arriving the bus had already left the place; it was going in its way and we were without any transportation.

 

The next bus that would be there was a bus that arrived there at 4:00 PM. An hour after. We were waiting, because we didn´t want to walk. My sister and I went to sit down in some chairs that were below a tree near of the school. It was a fresh place to go and enjoy the breeze after a walking. To pass the time, we checked our phones. Well, with the social networks is easy to spend time and some minutes later we saw the bus arriving and parked there. We were a little far, almost at the entry of the school being sat down in that fresh place.

 

We were sat down in that fresh place checking our social networks when we heard the motor of the bus, the bus was on its way as the same as the other. Come on, it wasn´t the time to go!

It was 3: 30 Pm when the bus left the place. We were running, but the bus had left the place. We know that always the bus has to go at four, but in this specific day, in this day when I decided to go out of my home, to go out of my room, in that specific day that I left resting my computer. No bus wanted to take me out. I was really disappointed and my sister too.

My sister was laughing and she made me laughed too.

She said: What a luck you have!

 

I was thinking to go to our home again and not to go to my aunt´s house, because the other bus will be at 4: 20 PM. I was upset and I didn´t want to go anymore and my bag was heavy full of some fruits and vegetables to my aunt. But, my sister said that maybe we could walk. Thus, my sister and me walked for almost an hour going to my aunt´s house. The house of my aunt was thirty minutes far of us going in bus, but we decided to walk because it could had been maddening to be waiting more time there. I agree with her: - Why not? and we started to walk.

 

We arrived at the house of my aunt at 4: 24 Pm. Our shirts were full of sweat and our feet were really tired for the up and down of that long street. My sister told them what had happened in the way to her house and my aunt was laughing with us.

 

Almost happen again when leaving the house of my aunt. We stayed at my aunt´s house only few minutes, because the bus back to home would be passing there at five o´clock. We needed to went back in that bus for not to be really late at home, because we would be walking some minutes more from the school when the bus parked, because of the reparation works, to our home.

When we were in the bus stop saying good bye to my aunt, the bus passed fast. There was no one who got off the bus at the bus stop. Suddenly, passing fast the bus clutched and waited us to got up. At first, when I saw the bus without stopping I was having a mixed of disappointment, sadness, surprise and I felt as the most unlucky person, but the bus waited us.

 

We got back at home almost six. My mom asked us how the trip had gone, because of the walking to reach the bus ( the first bus that left us). But she didn´t imagine that the walking had been for more than an hour. My sister and me started to tell her the long walking we had done. My mother looked to each other and said that she would had preferred us to go back home. However, it was the thing that after the dinner we were laughing about.

My video Odyssey!

 In the middle of the past week I was thinking: “What I will share in my blog this weekend?” When I received a notification about an e-mail.

That e-mail was of my professor of the Reading and conversation course. I saw the notification to see about the content in the e-mail; that notification was about a grade of the task number one, about reporting a book in a video, in that course. When reading I remembered the day I filmed that video and why not to write about, because that video took me a complete week doing  and practicing the report, I made almost a hundred of bloopers in my video and that day I ate really late with my mom at my side.

I had done a lot of drafts in some sheet of papers gathering main ideas about the book. The book was: “THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US” by Reyna Grande. It is an exciting book with three hundred fifty-four pages, pages that I had red many times in order to clarify dates, events and situations that the main character lives in the story to make a strong report, there are some details that I was forgotten. So, I was looking pages almost of the time and writing the ideas in the sheet of papers. Then, I was joining all the sheet of papers and writing the important points again coherently in my notebook. After I had red more than a hundred time the ideas that I had collected I thought I was ready to film the video, but not.

"THE DISTANCE BETWEEN US" By Reyna Grande

When filming the video I was really nervous that in every phrase and sentence I said was making a mistake (it happens me always I´m recording a video). Even though, when finishing my report in my notebook I started to red and practiced it as if I was already recording, the day I was filming the video I was so nervous of making mistakes that I started to be confused and I was forgetting the main ideas I would be talking about in the video. The first mistakes in the video were ending in laughing and the last ones were ending not only with laughing but also with crocodile tears. I really wished to have that done it, but the video was not already recorded. I was so nervous and thinking that was not a good idea to make the video on the due date. But days before I was thinking that I was not ready to record it yet, until the day of the delivery arrived. However, I was trying again with other video when my mom entered in my room. 

She was in front of me when I was recording other of that videos that were not the good ones. This video was almost perfect, but wasn´t in the admitted time, I didn´t care at the chronometer and the result was a video of twenty-four minutes . I was tired for all the not well-recorded videos, I was full of anxiety for the seconds and minutes running and my mom seeing me fulled me of more nervous. Seeing the longer video I had done, I went to my bed and I fall down almost crying and she sat down next to me and started to massage my head softly that I almost fall asleep. When my stomach started to growl, my mom and I were seeing each other and asked me if I had ate...

I said: - Nouuu....

My mom went out my room and went to the kitchen to give me something to eat to calm my grumpy stomach. So I was eating almost at 11:00 PM.

On that day, it was Sunday and I had a hard day and I went late to my home and I didn´t eat something. I was tired. I only went to my room laid down on the bed and take a nap. At seven- thirty I started to make the video, the video that resulted to be a lot of failed videos.

Well, after my dinner at that later time I started to record my other video with my mom next to me, but this time I was not nervous and I was almost crying thinking about the amazing and great mom I had. Well, I started to record the video and I was seeing the chronometer to control the time. Suddenly, I saw my mom making gestures to stop the video, because she was thinking that was only five minutes for the video, but I make a gesture and I I showed with dissimulation the chronometer and she understood. This was the video I sent to You Tube!

It was not the perfect one and never it would be, but it was on the admitted time and I considered that I mentioned all the important facts and points to be evaluated. At eleven hours, ten minutes and forty-seven seconds I had done my video!

I rapidly uploaded in you tube hoping that could be done it “fast and furious” as Mr. Guzmán said (this is understandable for the ones who had taken courses with him) and thank God it was in that way. It was a miraculous way that I was really surprised, There were only a pair of minutes when I saw it was already uploaded!

So, after uploading in You Tube I sent it to my professor of the Reading and Conversation course. The Odyssey was ended and the results were good enough! 

 

Moral: Do not record videos at the last minute without being fed.

My first X-ray

 

I was so excited and worried at the same time. Many days before my mom was talking to me to be calm and try to avoid all the anxiety and stress invading me about all the proceeding that my mom and I were doing at that time. It was all bout the UES proceeding to be done in order to get the opportunity for doing the admission exam in the UES (Universidad Nacional de El Salvador) and one of the things to do was an x-ray of my lungs in the Faculty of Medicine.

 

Faculty of Medicine (UES)

I was really nervous when the day arrived and I remember I couldn´t sleep that night. I was shaking my body as a leaf when waiting my turn to go to that room. I had passed weeks thinking about the x-ray machine and the idea that beginners will be taking the x-ray exam.

 - “So, what could happen if the machine is not well controlled, maybe I could die” “Will it hurt a lot?”.

There were a lot of ridiculous ideas, questions and thoughts that I was thinking while waiting. I´ve never been in a hospital for being sick or for suffering any kind of illness. Even though, it was not in the hospital, it was new for me to do an x-ray. It was my first x-ray day and I didn´t know if that could be painful. My mom was next to me seeing me and trying to calm my anguish.

- “It is nothing to be afraid” “Come on, everything will be all right” she said to me.

Nevertheless, I was full of nervous.

The moment arrived.I was without my bra, full of nervous and wearing clothes that a person gave me to enter to the room where I had to go to the x-ray. That was the moment to enter to that room and my pulse was rather rapid than normal, I think a pulsometer couln´t had red my rapidly pulse rate. The rhythmic contractions moved quickly the blood through my body. While walking, I felt my steps go really slowly, but my heart was still running fast on my own.

When I pushed the door to enter, I saw many people there - “Could you stand here, please? Please, don´t move you!, they said to me. I was really scared, but I only saw a little flash, there.

X-ray machine

- That´s all, thanks!  They said to me.
Come on, I was worried for nothing. There were only seconds on that room. I spent more time being scared, nervous and really worried than the few seconds of taking that x-ray of my lungs.

X-ray of lungs

My feet on fire!

 This is a memoir that I remember very well since I was five years old.

My favorite doll was called “Lolita” . It was my favorite because she was only one that could sing and cry by pressing its stomach (pushing the bottom, there). I had said at my parents that I really wanted to have a photo with my doll, but not a photo taken with cell phones. I said that, because I was thinking that the photograph with a camera could be better and could take a big one. Understand me I was only a child.

My house is in front of the street as the same as my aunt´s house, but one house makes the separation between them. I really liked to play with the children of my aunts, my cousins. I spent hours playing with them; sometimes they go to my house and others I went to their house. I usually went to my aunt´s house because in my house was not a child to play with, my youngest sister is five years older than me. So at that time, she was already ten and didn´t like to play with me. So, I was playing with my cousins not in my house, but in the house of my aunt. I was playing with my cousins and we were without our sandals, all the sandals were far away of us. Meanwhile, we were playing in the dust yard of my aunt I saw the photographer passing in the street. So, when seeing the man with his camera in her body like a collar. I hurried up to go to my house and I didn´t care about my sandals, because I was running like the wind. 

When I arrived at house, with the little air that was in my lungs I said my parents that a photographer was passing and that I wanted a photo with my doll. My parents were annoyed. I had arrived at home actually later than the time my parents allowed me. Also, I was barefoot, because I left my sandals in my aunt´house. However, they said that could allow me to take the photos, but with a single condition. Indeed, I accepted. The condition was to take me the photos without the shoes I had in my home, because I had left my sandals in my aunt´s house. So, in order to remember to be wearing my sandals all the time they gave me that condition. After that, they go to the street to talk with the photographer, which name was Eduardo, he was walking to his home after taking some pictures to a couple who get civil marriage. He said that could take the photos without any problem.

 

Then, the session of photos started. (Well, I had shared in a blog many days before) and effectively my house was surrounded by trees and were projecting a lot of long shadows that didn´t help to take a good photo. So that, the photographer decided to take the picture at the lighted side of the house and the resulting was a sunlit photo. The photographer said that in the patio in front of my house was a perfect place for the sunlight that could help him to take a beautiful photo (I think he was not a good photographer). The thing was that it was around 2:30 pm where the sun had lighted the patio during all the morning and I was on the hottest time all the day 2:00 pm). BUSCAR EVIDENCIA I guess my parents and the photographer didn´t care about the really really hot pavement where I had to pose for the photos, I didn´t put my feet  completely on the pavement, because it burned my feet. Remembering that day I still feel the hot pavement burning my feet. It was really hurting to feel that hot pavement like flames under my feet. Even though, I was practically burning my feet in the hot pavement, I was really happy to take me the pictures with my favorite doll and I started to smile.

Erika with "Lolita" at five years old