Santiago, December 31, 2008.
where he ended. This phrase is the best way to begin to write majamama below.
few days ago, the career path of the bus to take me to Valparaiso and shake hands with Manzanero (but that's another story!), I made a stop at the Clinica Dávila to visit a sick person. Not everyone, certainly. It was my first teacher of basic, Miss Carmen (yes, that school had the "siútica" custom of the teachers had to call them "Miss", which I did not repeat the moment of reunion. I used the " teacher ", with the" teacher " I use to men, are for me a high degree of respect and appreciation), the same as in basic secondary education was in charge told me that I should find another school or me "stunt" which was, with consequences she could not ever imagine (not me). Acute pancreatitis due to a calculation took my teacher to the Intensive Care Unit. I knew because of my Aunt Gigi, nursery teacher at the same school, and has been there for many years as her. He suspected that it could not reach to visit, so I did not announce she and my mother, who left earlier. However, sometimes I do miracles, Transantiago treats me well (it provides for two "posts" more), and I always like trying to do everything, so I made it, as always near the edge, but in time to even say hello.
Neither she nor I would have imagined a reunion as well. Years after I leave this school and she stopped being my teacher found me, but in an obvious place: the corner outside the school. Even then took the microphone 313, the Cerro Navia-Huechuraba, detail in her sickbed and reminded him he was surprised and made her laugh. But in those years, she remembered more than me. The names of those who were colleagues of mine (and it has to do the last thing you say in this review), and I've forgotten almost all, for those first three years of my presence in the educational system became a lot and my memory does not remember much of those names and faces. My teacher himself. Other things too. We spent half an hour talking, remembering old times. He said he had met with some of my former teammates, and they were going to see my former school. And I thought that even on that occasion, and even more have an aunt working there, was lucky to come back once there. I have not really looking forward to returning. But still miss my second former school.
Another thing is the National Institute. After leaving there, "my happy years" as we sometimes say, I've longed to re-enter, to walk its halls and venues. I have not been possible, although on two occasions, Cultural Heritage Day and an exhibition of some students give thanks, I've managed to retrace part of it. But never mind something like what happened to us the first day there, when an unknown individual entered a room full of guys eager and nervous being just a former student and began to tell us about your experience as it came teacher in charge of that time. All thanks to the policies of "security" of some leading unloved. The comfort has been found, a spaced drops, some of my former teachers in the street. Paradoxically, who else I found was an old math teacher (my second subject weaker, then Biology) and I have not talk to any of history, you might be surprised if they knew what I study.
few days ago I witnessed a joyful reunion and I think exciting. The girl of my first alma mater, the School for Girls "Ramón Barros Luco" Valparaiso (notice how much fun it can be the destination, with her friends later coined the term "wild donkeys" for the originating of that place, and ended with a "donkey", as it is called the institutanos). Cultural Carnival and a juggling workshop fun of something we made it happen. Of course, not entirely, since it was discovered trying to climb the second floor. But at least in part. He showed me the backyard, freshly painted old building, he remembered me the locations of bathrooms, games, things are not so good and nice. And for me it was a beautiful experience to accompany her on that special moment for her.
visit to sick my teacher left a loose wire was unrolled a few hours ago and ended up finding two men who long ago did not know him. She mentioned that those who were my "team" of those early years, a lad at the time very similar to "Felix" the "80's", named Cameron, had his practice as a physical education teacher in my former school. Talking with my mother the matter, days later, I said that back in his school had a young physical education teacher of the same name and similar features. I told him to ask about his name.
turned out to be the same boy that since I met him one day on top of a 112 (El Cortijo-Industries) for several years had not been seen since. He spoke to the world with my mother, and I added to the trendy thing this year to be: Facebook. Well, I left a few words, of course.
Vueltas. Laps of those who are returning. Because it all started when he finished. Go
phrase to end this year.
