When I was ten
years old, I used to be a restless, playful, and prankish child. Moreover, I
enjoyed bothering other people; but fortunately, I was not alone. My cousin,
who was nine, was my perfect partner. However, in many opportunities we were
punished by our grandfather because we had been causing some problems to our
aunts. For instance, one of my aunts was
so angry because we had been throwing eggs to her house. Nevertheless, in my
humble opinion, that was not a strong reason for being angry with us because we
threw the eggs directly to the smokestack, therefore, our accuracy was amazing.
In another opportunity, I was punished by my grandfather because I had been
kicking a ball to the door of his house. As you could notice, when I was ten, I
used to be punished by my grandfather because of the pranks that I made.
Probably, it should be important to mention that at that time, I was in fifth
grade and I was an ordinary student. My weird behavior used to emerge only with
my family.
Now, in my
opinion, it is necessary to talk about what is happening nowadays. On one hand,
I am trying to organize my mind because there are many things to do at the
university. Some of them have to do with tests, and of course, I hate them. On
the other hand, and this has my major concern, I am worried about what to eat
now. I am not sure if I want something sweet or salad, or probably it is just
my gluttony which is trying to convince me that I need something to eat. This
is really uncomfortable because I cannot develop this story with my stomach
“talking” to me using weird sounds. Honestly, now I am wondering if what I am
writing now is a story or a biography.
Ok, maybe it is
time to think about my future. I imagine myself working as a teacher in the
future trying to develop different activities with my students. And of course,
there will be someone supervising the development of my work as a teacher.
Therefore, I think that I will be dancing with my students when the principal
enters the classroom. I will be running inside the classroom trying to catch my
students when the principal enters the classroom. I will be performing some
magic tricks in front of my students when the principal enters the classroom. I
will be dressing up like a superhero when the principal enters the room. I will
be imitating the principal in front of my students when he enters the
classroom. And then, of course, I will be fired.
