I saw a my cousins studying at the university and in my min I imaginated me going to COLEGIO.
The years passed and I went to high school. After three years I finished my high school. I filled all the necessary papers to the entrnace for Colegio. All the days I went to my grandmother house to check if the postal service gives to me my acceptance letter. The days passed and I dont received a letter from the admission department that says you are admitted to study at UPR mayaguez. Uff that the most exciting moment in my life. When I read that letter my pain for be at Colegio were off. That's the way I relieve my pain.
Marlene's life
viernes, 13 de mayo de 2011
I'm from...
I am from a wet place
I am from a little town
beautiful and speechless
with green and tall trees
From a big family
with a lot of dreams
with happy memories
but very close
From a 100 x 35 country
From a tropical paradise
with clean and blue beaches
and a lot of lakes
I am from that world
bad or good
that's my place
and I am so grateful
to God for living here
I am from a little town
beautiful and speechless
with green and tall trees
From a big family
with a lot of dreams
with happy memories
but very close
From a 100 x 35 country
From a tropical paradise
with clean and blue beaches
and a lot of lakes
I am from that world
bad or good
that's my place
and I am so grateful
to God for living here
jueves, 12 de mayo de 2011
Is the bomba only for black people?
When the people hears the word BOMBA thinks in black people. Everyone has the opportunity to learn about dance BOMBA. I feel some people include racism in the traditions of a culture. You can't discriminate people because their black or white color. For dance you only need the knowledge and desire. BOMBA is a very joyful music to have fun and keep culture alive. Black people have more swing and love for dance BOMBA. Maybe thats the thing why many people thinks BOMBA is for latino and african race. White people can dance everytime BOMBA but they need to learn how to dance good.
Two perceptions about UPR strike
The police intervention in the UPR strike was so indignant. The police officers needs more and efficients trainings to work with the students. Students were not responsible about the police actions. Police officers have misued their power. They work like wild people. Cops were all the time in a defensive attitude atacking the students with out reasons.
martes, 10 de mayo de 2011
The beautiful clouds
When they are sad
Wear gray dresses
All the day are looking us
In a sunny day
They look bright
With a blue, white mix
An embarrasing moment
In a beautiful night
When the stars were shinning
Just I was parking
I did something embarrasing
I crash my neighbor's girlfrgiend car
That make me nervious and spechless
The car's alarm started to scream
The owner of the car comes to saw what happend
Everyone went to the street to saw the cars
We looked the cars and luckily they were okay.
When the stars were shinning
Just I was parking
I did something embarrasing
I crash my neighbor's girlfrgiend car
That make me nervious and spechless
The car's alarm started to scream
The owner of the car comes to saw what happend
Everyone went to the street to saw the cars
We looked the cars and luckily they were okay.
miércoles, 16 de febrero de 2011
A normal day in the real latino girl
Diannelis (It was a sunny afternoon in New York; we were at Mama Rose's on front of the counter to order)
I had a look that reflects fear, fear to talk in english in an unknown country. The restaurant was packed which was more afraid and cowardly to speak out. It was another customer in front of me and when he finish his order, the fear began to attack me. Listening to the cashier saying next fills me of anxiety. I want a "begy pizza" and the cashier laughed derisively and asked begy pizza? We dont sell begy pizzas here maybe you want a veggie pizza. Yes eso. Next the cashier asks me what kind of vegetables I wanted. In my mind I thought “Valgame que carajo dijo, me jodi”. I was so nervous it seemed she was speaking gibberish and I asked her what did you say. She asked me again what I wanted on my pizza and told me that I needed to hurry up because there were other customers waiting. It seems everyone was laughing making fun of me. I told her that my first language is Spanish and I didn’t understand her because she talked too fast. Then I told her what I wanted on my pizza and she told me the total. I felt totally embarrassed. But, what can I say, just a normal day in the life of real Latino girl…
I had a look that reflects fear, fear to talk in english in an unknown country. The restaurant was packed which was more afraid and cowardly to speak out. It was another customer in front of me and when he finish his order, the fear began to attack me. Listening to the cashier saying next fills me of anxiety. I want a "begy pizza" and the cashier laughed derisively and asked begy pizza? We dont sell begy pizzas here maybe you want a veggie pizza. Yes eso. Next the cashier asks me what kind of vegetables I wanted. In my mind I thought “Valgame que carajo dijo, me jodi”. I was so nervous it seemed she was speaking gibberish and I asked her what did you say. She asked me again what I wanted on my pizza and told me that I needed to hurry up because there were other customers waiting. It seems everyone was laughing making fun of me. I told her that my first language is Spanish and I didn’t understand her because she talked too fast. Then I told her what I wanted on my pizza and she told me the total. I felt totally embarrassed. But, what can I say, just a normal day in the life of real Latino girl…
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