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never gave me good at math, I did not like too much, feeling fed by my suspense. Came a time when I felt frustrated because, despite the study, did not approve. Then I realized that if they did not in class on how to accomplish the process, would be very difficult to catch him at home myself. The secret was the one who has ever been in any subject ... attend. However, one thing you was I was good at mental arithmetic, I do not know why, but it did. I still

home safe from the cold and trying to speak as little as possible. My only contact with the rest of humanity occurs mid-morning when under the stairs to go to the corner to buy a newspaper. Yesterday I threw the boat out and bought ... Two newspapers!; In particular, The Country and Marca. 1.20 Euros and 1 Euro, respectively ...

behind the counter of stationery was a guy who was about 18 or 19 years.

- " What do I owe?" - I always like to ask, despite knowing perfectly how I pay.

- The boy looks at the price of one, the price of another y. .. I can not believe ... goes to the cash register to perform the difficult operation ... "Two twenty " - tells me while facing me. At that time I give a $ 5 bill and ... Can you guess? Becomes to the register to make the account. This time he apologized, was an account much more difficult, a subtraction ... Anyway, that gave me my change and I leave amazed at the ease and the wisdom of this boy of the Renaissance.

This I have told you, that does not stop being a silly story, is very revealing of the "competition" (pardon the word, I know we are all very sensitive about the issue ...) of our lads a few years now. We have teachers more prepared than ever, the best ways ... Just this time you have to look at the speck in your neighbor's eye. At last, after all, know that what I told you, is no exception.

PD: The exception is this machine called Super-Diego.

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I have the luck of being at a school where the student is, generally quite good. That is why my classes tend to cope with the more normal, interrupted very occasionally for a necessary reprimand. However, there is usually a time during the academic year in which it appears that the entire universe has cofabulado against you.

The equation is often repeated: You go to bed without knowing why, that night you sleep, spend hours, look at the clock ... uf! four in the morning, and entered at first ... . The alarm clock just a couple of hours after you've been asleep .... Anyway, here we go! "Ehhhh ...? Shit! (No coffee ... or milk).

You take the car ... Do not know why but that day people go walking on eggs than normal ... dammit! , Can not you stop at the other side to drop the kid? / But do not you go faster? . Get to the center with the right time, right when the bell rings. That day will be horrible, you have 5 hours. But you have time to mosquearte with English dumb asshole or t echnology that do not know why, but greets you ... Will the letter be not understand ...

You get to class, the atmosphere is thin, and has nothing to do with physical education have had before ... No, you may have to do with the time (towards the window and see a leaden gray sky and a airazo superdesagradable), or by that strange combination of factors. The truth is that it appears that the cafeteria I have got something wrong with the sandwich. And the fight begins with a sarcastic and patronizing tone ... Chicooooooooooos ... will come .... come guys, we started .... Crhistiaaaaaaaaan .... We come, Daviiiiiiid Want to make your book ?.... Veeeeeeeeenga, vaaaaaamos. Then you realize that even the "nerd" is talking ... You get along with them, but then you remember the night you've been, you have not taken the coffee, which almost're late, you've discussed with colleagues, Bill, the tooth that hurts ... and when Ozzy Osbourne himself whispers to the ear ... "" Let go ... ". And loose ...

is silence in the classroom ... But nothing will ever be the same in that class, or any other for that day ... because you're pissed off all day, at home, but angry, until the next day.
And the next day when you begin to notice these symptoms ... atchíssssss, what I have colder hands .... I have foot ice cream ... - Professor ... Why you frown today! - Thanks baby! ( Your fucking ). arghhh ... and my throat hurts. These symptoms usually last a couple of days or three, and usually controlled by the Frenadol and warm coffee in the cafeteria ... However, there are times when neither the doctor very concerned at the port operation save you ... You get up, you look in the mirror, take out the language ... tarnished like steak ... Mother, swallowing is a chore and you feel sorry for yourself (Why do we get so goofy when we're cold?). That day, go to the doctor and says .... Hold on!. Knight / Ms. Has a bad cold you ... " Tap your hell, I knew that I!. Anyway, the rest you know, and the consequences of coming out of this episode and teach ... Sometimes you will not cure all, and fall back ... That has happened to me, and I'm of milk with honey and chocolate milk heated to cap ... Anyway, time to time.
dedicate this thinking aloud to you all that despite the losses in your health, are you going to work taking heart of grace, thinking more of the exams and kids in yourselves (olé your balls / ovaries), although sometimes the body says enough and touch you stop ... This is what has happened to me me.