A Lifetime Trimester – Nonfiction

It end up arriving the day. As a kid the next day was something too far to think of. And so, a month fast forward didn’t even exist. But still time moved slowly but steady, and the first day of “instituto” arrived. Instituto refers to a group of grades from seventh to twelve. The school I was going to study for six years was big, urban and dense. The first day of class, the rooms smelled like cleaning soap. This smell would remind me what is to be nervous. After the welcoming of the students ended, we went straight to do the first class. In Spain, all the kids are organized in four big groups. These groups take the same classes at the same time. This dynamic has positive and negative sides. The good part is that all the people in the class gets to know each other and the bad part is that you cannot decide your schedule.

I’ll be honest, after a month of being there I already wanted to go back to elementary school. The teachers were bad. But not a bad like they expelled from the class for rising your hand to ask a question, bad as they didn’t care what they were doing. They would just give repetitive exercises to do after learning all the theory. Not interest at all in the student, you were just number, a score. After, two trimesters I just didn’t care anymore. I would copy everything that they would give me, memorize it, turn it back, and recopy it in the exam. After a week I would remember nothing from that test. Now I see that that was one of the worst things that it could happen to me, since it just made me not wanting to study. I did want to make a change in my education though, and so when my mother told me that we could go to study during three months to United States I said yes. My brother wasn’t so sure. He was in sixth grade, in a different school than me, and it was better. He ended up saying yes, because if you think about it, three months is not that much time, and it was not like we were going to lose anything there in Spain.

Seventh months passed, and even though I knew that going to United States was real, it did seem something too far to think of. But it end up arriving the day of us going. The flight was long, but sleeping in the plane made it easier. When you are more than ten hours in a plane the noise of the engine start dissipating. When we arrived the jet lag wasn’t that bad. The first impression United States made me was that it was green. Seeing so many trees impressed me. Eugene seemed a very extended city. After two days the school started. There I could choose my subjects, which was very appealing. I enjoyed math, because it was easier for me to understand. When I think of that, what most impacted me was cross-country. It was new sport for me, but it really made an impact. Training every day, very hard, by the forest, it was very nice. I started liking the smell of wet ground and the feel of the wind while running. I also enjoyed a lot the taste of the hamburgers.

In the school I got a hard time understanding most of the classes. I remember that during the first month I wasn’t able to follow. But after that everything was very smooth. Being here made me realize how learning english was a important thing. Remember enjoying the art class, it was very calm.

Three months passed and it felt like three days. When I got back to Spain I tried to keep studying the way I enjoyed it. Which I feel like is the way to learn.

Illusion – Lyrical Poetry

Walking through the desert,
with hunger and thirst.
The sweat gets in your shirt,
while you do the long quest.
Suddenly an oasis appears
But before you go there you make your brain clear.

A Illusion is what you see,
it is far from reality.
Don’t waste your time in it,
you need to face your fear.
Your mind creates the theme,
And you don’t know if it’s a dream.

All the day next to your phone
trying to get responded by someone you have known.
It’s an addiction,
even though you say is socialization.
Your brain is making you a fool,
using you as a tool.

A Illusion is what you see,
it is far from reality.
Don’t waste your time in it,
you need to face your fear.
Your mind creates the theme,
And you don’t know if it’s a dream.

Your mind makes thoughts
that makes you doubt.
It is important to control your mind,
and your path find.

Nonfiction Dream – Fiction

What is supposed to be a reason that you are alive, that you feel? I am going to leave that to your opinion. Back when I was in the hospital all I could see were strange forms and blanks, mostly blanks. Because of the silence, all I could feel was my heart beating. I was in a state of mind where nothing made sense… Until I woke up. One day, I found myself in a white room, that had little things spread all over the place. In the room there were two figures, with four extremities and a little round shape at the top. I was in a medical room, with my mother and the nurse that kept me alive for such a long time. I felt a warm feeling in my skin. The total silence, turned into consecutive of beeps. The nurse lifted me up and took me into a sequence of halls. Five minutes after, like magic, I was in a big place where the ground was grey, and the space was filled with big objects going really fast, both right and left. The ceiling was blue, with little white spots. Years later I discovered that this was the first time I was in the street. My mother and the nurse put me in one big cage, a taxi. It had a yellow surface and black interior. After the ride, I was in a gray building. We went up an upward hill (also known as stairs) and we arrived to my new home. The nurse left us there. And my mother (which I didn’t know that she was) sat in front of me. She started mumbling sounds. I lived in that house for the next three years, learning about the things that happened in that new world. I learned science, art, that I lived somewhere in the world called Washington, that I had 14 years… But for me the most important thing was that I learned to read and write. I loved those. Since they took me from hospital, I didn’t see a change in my life. All I saw and did was nothing but a dream. The real world appeared when I got to sleep and I experienced those strange forms. During my firsts days of life I couldn’t walk. My muscles were atrophied. And so during my mornings, the woman that lived with helped me grow stronger. After the three years of homeschooling, I started attending high school. That place changed me. When I first got there I had this man helping me follow the classes and so I didn’t get lost. One day when I was walking to get to physics I fell. It hurt. The man helped me get up. It was the first time that I experienced harm. It really marked me. That day went as usual; I got back home after school and at night I went back to sleep. For me going to sleep was like going back to my coma in the hospital. My dreams felt real. That night I found myself in the spot where I fell. I was alone. I tried to move but I couldn’t. I realized that I was in my school, but I couldn’t see the man to help me. I began to suffocate. This was bad, I got nervous, I couldn’t move… But suddenly I found myself next to my mother. She said:
-It’s ok, it’s only a dream.
But it wasn’t, I was trapped. But what could she do? I said:
-I fell, I need help.
Years later, by the time I read this book, I understand that the dreams are only a consequences of my thoughts. But I’m still intrigued in how difficult it is to differentiate them.