Saturday, August 28, 2010

Jack Jack Incredibles





same was preparing dinner while my mind was particularly lazy, but has given me remember school characters that gave some color to my childhood (another theme that I like the color) [Note: all names are fictitious and do not even seem]

On the one hand we had to Matilda. Matilda was a girl just a bit particular. We were friends on and off, in part because he had me a degree of competitiveness of students and as a person in general, which eventually became ill on the other hand, a kind of love-hate. There used to leave home too, not for lack of potential (the opposite) but parental little animosity was normal average-well academically, and not that excel in any area in particular. It was, however, something peculiar about physical, these girls face was very thin but very wide hip without being fattening, it was something homely but not a monster (though not remember any bellezón in class, really) As passed the years, this was their biggest concern, although none of those closest to her said it in no time, to the point of gorging on some herbal diet pills advertised on TV and bring to a miserable leaves tupperwares lettuce on field trips. Yes, we did see everybody. To be a doctor, like his grandfather, but discovered the hard (suspending a couple of subjects for the first and only time in his college life) that were not theirs Sciences, which was passed to the other arm, and ended up studying Business Administration. The truth is that since I left school I did not know much more about her having a boyfriend now. My feelings towards it varied from the initial friendship that we had to a certain indifference to see the kind of career I had with me, which of course was exacerbated when I entered medical school, something she could never forgive. But with so much time, me given for thinking if we all did something wrong with her, but could be more comprehensive or best friends, if the other fellow not so close might consider best. I do not know.

other hand, was Claudia, what we might recognize as any film that ends up being the chief cheerleader and homecoming queen. I also had very good grades and was physically much more graceful. Out frequently, was the guest of honor at every birthday and had succeeded in making all the boys his faithful devotees, except, of course, those who were seen as the weirdos on duty. We were never friends (I never I was popular at all, really), but obviously a class of teenagers who have known three years is like a village and everyone knew everyone's life. I had a friend close friend, Gloria, without much physical grace, something regordetilla, but with a charisma that drew. These two had dominated the roost, and if you passed on your way, not even half durabas sigh. Claudia, and all his family, I also wanted to be a doctor, while doing something glamorous Gloria was taken for content. Claudia went into medicine, but not in my city (where she originally wanted), and Gloria went to make a career in advertising (or something) to another community. Claudia knew no more of until the entry into my life social networks, Facebook in particular, where I added and all its known scholars. I then discovered that going with a couple of years late, from his departure from home and subsequent chaos (things of the University, I think it was a change that affected us all), which is still common in all kinds of evening parties and keeping his flock of faithful, but after the wedding of Gloria (make 3-4 years) has dropped their relationship with it logically.

The thing I remember was given by both, and think how much life-changing for some and less for others (the truth is that from my friends school do not frequent regularly to none) The group we were less and less cool in general, we have broken away from that part of our life, and I do not know whether it would be a certain resentment or meet new people, better suited. I do not know. The only thing that is clear is that today I got to open the trunk of memories, and I really wanted to share.

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