Meeting New People

I have some problems when I meet new people, specially because I tend to say too much. The thing is, I don’t like awkward moments, but sometimes to avoid these moments I end up saying things I shouldn’t and then there is a REALLY awkward moment. One example is, today I met this boy and we were talking. He dances, so do I. I was talking about street dance and the place I have classes, because he’s interested in starting. All of a sudden, I just started talking about how I didn’t get contemporary dances and all, and end up the guy loves it and dances it. I honestly didn’t know what to say. It could’ve been worse though, because he just showed me some videos of “So You Think You Can Dance” and it’s actually really nice! The thing is (he explained it to me) in Brazil dancers use a lot of drama and acting in contemporary dance, and in the end, there’s not much really left of dance to it. In U.S they use more of the dance to express the emotion, which is really amazing. For me, the dance he showed me the video, was lyrical hip -hop, but apparently not. Or maybe some lyrical hip-hop and contem. dance mix up to a certain point. I just find it really awesome that now a days you can mix different styles and have a new dance which is completely accepted. That’s what’s nice about dancing, each dancer has it’s own style and everyday someone is innovating.

Back to the start

Seems like I’m back to the start. Vlogging is fun but makes me very vulnerable.. so I’ll just post up videos of me dancing and maybe, who knows, singing, when I can. My vacation so far has been very boring. The only fun part was like the first week when I had the sleep over with my THE best friends ever! It was so much fun, Alvy feel asleep at like 4. Then we took him to his room. The funniest thing was that we were all talking when we heard a snore. We looked at him and he was there, so vulnerable, sleeping. Laura started talking to him, like: “Alvy, are you seriously sleeping?” Didn’t get that, if he was he wouldn’t answer, or would be woken up by her. Of course, he woke up. We all started laughing. I took him to his room and went back to the girls.

We talked until 6:30am. Actually, we wouldn’t sleep at all, we had made this pact of who could stay up with no sleep. But then, thinking about it, we decided to sleep because we would be exhausted during the day and wouldn’t have time to have some more fun. I woke up at 8:00am, 1 hour and 30min of sleep. So helpful huh? My teeth hurt because of my braces that fell off the previous day. I went to my mom’s room and she was there so we started talking. I started sneezing and decided not to go back into the room because I would wake them up. Oh, funny moment. When we were talking at like, 5:00, we had just talked about scary things andour hearts were almost jumping out of my mouth. There was the door lock that I could see through, and kept imagining an eye, just appearing there. The scary clowns looking down on us on top of the shelf. The mirror that scares me to death because terror movies ALWAYS have mirrors where ghosts appear. We were scared and all, and I was like: Woah imagine if like the grudge lady appears through the door or something. After 10min talking, another topic, my mom opened the door and put her head through it. Seriously! I jumped so high and screamed soo loud!! Laura and Chris jumped too. My mom was like: woah, am I that ugly? haha We laughed about it later. Summarizing the wake-over (because we didn’t really sleep) was simply amazing. I won’t describe each and every detail because it would take forever and still wouldn’t be enough.

I hope my vacation have more of these fun days to come. Eric is not here and he’ll only come back July, 2nd. One week with him and I’ll leave July, 9th. I’m only coming back on the 20th. Although I will have lots of fun while I’m traveling. I’ll post more often now that I’m back to writing. It feel so much safer! =D

Goodnight to everyone. It’s 4:19am and I still haven’t went to bed. At 4:00pm I have exams (singing, piano and music theory) and I still haven’t studied THAT much! =O gotta sleep! ‘Night.

Physical Variations

Last dance class, Monday, the teacher told the ”couples” that the girl had to do a freeze and the boy another freeze under. I was really nervous, I can barely to a cartwheel, how was I suppose to do a freeze. My partner told me to practice on the wall and that I could do it for next class (today). I did practice. (more details about it on the post: Freeze) I got to class today and the teacher made us do these exercises. It was so painful. I felt like I was trying to get into the army or something. Everyone was in a row, we had to do push-ups, run, jump, crawl. And he kept screaming: GO! GO! FASTER! IS THIS ALL YOU GOT???!!! Honestly, I don’t know how I did it. 80% of the class gave up and left the room, because the teacher kicked them out for not doing it. I think that the reason I did it was that while I was doing it I kept thinking: “Go, you can do it. You need a good grade, you need to pass this level. You need to show that you’re good. You can’t suck a this too. You love this, common’” And I kept pushing me towards death as each second went by. At the end, he put cones around the classroom (which is huge btw) and we had to run around with the music on. We started jogging, and he kept running next to us and screaming and telling each person how they had to go faster and all. We were gaining speed so fast. After 5 minutes of running so fast and a guy screaming at you I could barely breathe. The cold air seemed solid when entering my lungs and I had to do twice as much effort to swallow. After 8 minutes I couldn’t feel my legs. I knew they were in pain, but due to the cold I could barely feel them at all. After 10 minutes it was as if I gained so much momentum that my body was moving so fast and at the same time in so much pain! When it was over, we had to go around walking so we would slow down. I looked around and 5 people of the 30 students were still there.
And I was one of them! I was so happy! the teacher said we had passed his physical condition test. I couldn’t believe it, me, Carol, that doesn’t do ANY sports (only dance) passed the test! The test that 25 students gave up on, because of physical pain! Well, my happiness didn’t last long. I stopped walking and my legs started hurting so much! I was having cramps at both at the same time! I never believed someone could so much pain. Even when I broke my foot (two ligament ripped, one fracture and one vein destroyed) I didn’t feel as much pain. Probably because I felt so much pain with my foot that there’s a point that it just gets numb and you don’t feel that much! It’s like, you know it’s hurting, but you kind of got used to it. Well, these cramps weren’t enough to trick my brain so I would get used to it. I was so tired I couldn’t breathe, my body muscles were all useless for moment and my legs couldn’t support my body. I collapsed. Then, the teacher said we were doing all the choreographies ( it’s like 5 minutes of dance). And he put the music on. How was i supposed to dance like that?? But like always, dance/music motivated me and I went for it. I danced like it was the last time I would in my whole life. Like I was going to die right after the last move. When it was done, it was as if I was a different person. I was light, my head, my body, everything felt different. If I didn’t know myself, I would’ve sworn I was high, but I don’t use drugs so that’s not an option. I guess, I got high on exercise.

After the second half of class we were doing a new choreography and my partner got hit on the face by this other girl. It was accidental, and I could see that it’d hurt so much! He went to the bathroom and came back with ice. His cheek bone was bruised. Tomorrow he has an audition to dance at a big concert with Claudia Leite at Salvador and he was so sad because he might not get the place if his face is bruised, because the looks count a lot. I could see he was really sad, disappointed, and I felt bad for him. I went and asked if he was okay, redundant question, obviously he wasn’t. He said yeah… I got out of class in a depressive mood and now I’m kind of airy. This post is to send good vibrations and luck so my partner will get his place in the concert… GOOD LUCK!

Wheelchair Please…

Ouch… ouch.. ouch…

That’s like all I can feel right now… pain. I just came back from my street dance class. It was CRAZY!! First, we got there, stretched and started practicing the choreography. Then the teacher started teaching us a new sequence, that had to go in pairs. (guys and girls). A friend called me to go with him, and when the teacher started showing the sequence I started laughing, literally. I was supposed to slide backwards under my partner’s legs, than open a half split on the floor, put my head on my knees while my partner did a flip OVER me and then kick my right feet up and start running. How was I, Carol, the girl that has no connection at all with the ground do such a thing. Plus I’m not very stretched. I tried, I could do the movements but in slow motion! My partner helped me a lot, he gave me a lot of support, which I thought was really nice of him, because some other person would’ve just started yelling at me. Then the teacher told us to do it with the music. And I have this thing that every time I’m dancing along with some song I get really into it and excited. So when we started dancing I did everything right! (that’s like after 3 tries) Shocking I know. But here’s the details of the first try with the music on. When sliding backwards I didn’t slide to the right direction, so I hit my partners leg and he fell down… oops. We started over again. Then the second time I didn’t put my head down and I accidentally hit his privates which wasn’t really nice. But we continued… I did at least.. he was moaning. When opening the split, I was in the momentum and into the dance and I went with all my force. What happened?? I actually did open a split… problem? Yes, I’m not stretched so I like ripped every muscle possible. But since I was dancing and into it I continued. I still can’t believe I actually did put my head on my knees, and my partner did the mortal on top of me without hitting my head.. phew… then I just kicked my foot up and ran. The third time we did was perfect. Even the teacher said we were good together because we had this non verbal communication. I’m so happy. For the first time in my life I did something on the floor that actually worked!! Okay, the bad side of situation… I can barely walk, my legs hurt like hell and I honestly think I ripped way too many muscles today. Anyway, I’m still happy… I’ll probably just go to school on a wheelchair. 

Model for one day or let’s say 15 minutes…

This weekend I had to go with my father to this studio in the mall because he had to take these pictures for this project he did in his company. Oh well, and guess who was going to be in the picture?? Me! Actually, my hand in a glove holding a test tube would be in the picture, but that’s still me right? We went to Shopping Dom. Pedro, which I hate because no prejudice or anything everyone who’s there is the type of person you could fine in a federal prison or something. I’m sorry if you’re reading this and you go to Dom. Pedro, I didn’t mean to offend you. When we got there only the parking lot was already full. I have this thing that I hate humans in large quantity. Especially if they’re doing different tasks, which make them disorganized humans. When we got in the mall there was this mass of people going in different flows. I could feel my breathing getting harder, my body was trying to find some oxygen that might have left for me. My dad was rushing through the crowd, he just left me behind! I was wearing high heels and had to concentrate on not slipping. Not only that but also hold close to my purse because I was so frikin’ scared of the weird people around me. We went into the picture place and my dad talked to the lady that would take the pictures. While we waited for her to get ready I noticed there was this station inside the store that was selling tickets for this rodeo that is happening next weekend and the next in Jaguariuna. Okay, no prejudice again, but SOCIAL SUICIDE! If people actually went there to see the rodeo, okay, cause that sounds fun. But they actually go there to listen to bad Brazilian country music. Trust me, country music here is not even close to what country music is out there. I took a glance at the people in line for the ticket, only by seeing the 6 of them I already got scared. The guys looked like someone who could easily be charged for rape or vandalism. And the girls could easily be mistaken for bad quality hookers or just wannabes that came from a far a way city and that would do just anything to get famous. That resumes to: awful clothes, disgusting hair, teeth in bad conditions (if any teeth at all) and even worse manners.

The picture woman got back and took us upstairs to this room: “Studio”. From the outside it looked like a place where they might be filming some type of horror movie, there was all these costumes for babies, but not cute costumes. Costumes that was torn apart and dirty. When we got inside it was pretty decent. I put the gloves on and got the test tube with money inside. I had to hold my arm in the air for like ages (okay it was like 10 minutes) but have you ever tried to hold your arm still in the air while someone was taking a picture of your hand? Seriously, your arm starts shaking AND hurting. Not best position. Then, the woman started saying: Do this! Do that! Hold like this! bla bla bla. I almost said: So come do it bitch! But since I’m a very well mannered little girl I just gave her the I-can’t-stand-you-for-one-more-second smile. Beyond that everything was okay. Plus I have a petit gateau while I waited for the picture to get ready. It was all worth it, and my hand will be famous because it’s the logo for my dad’s company new project! WAY TO GO!! haha At least a part of me (literally) is already being a famous model.

Maniac Update

This is for who read my ERB text and was wondering what happened with the maniac from my dance class. Alvy and I went to my Street Dance together. I was so happy because he would “meet” everyone from my class and later we could actually talk about them instead of me having a monologue and him just listening wondering: “WTF is she talking?!” But so, Lorraine also went which was very nice because she’s thinking of having the classes. When we got there, all three of us were talking. I was pretty nervous because I had no idea how Mateus (that’s him) was going to treat me. I’m not that used to autistic bipolar freaks. When he arrived he just said hi to us and I gave him the I-despise-you look. When class started and we were watching this street dance video he turned to Lorraine and asked if she studied with me. She said yeah, and he said: “se fudeu”. Which literally means: you fucked yourself, but the meaning of it is: poor you or something. I didn’t get why he made such a comment, especially because he doesn’t even know me. Then he started laughing as if it was a joke or something, obviously I didn’t laugh and then he started explaining to me. I was like, dude, I got the first time, I’m not laughing cause it’s not funny, that’s all. He continued saying something but I just blocked him from my world and continued watching the Street Dance video.

I guess that from now on, I have to get used to these autistic bipolar freaks if I want to continue living in a society. Cause trust me, there are way to many weirdoes out there and I’m not up to any blending.

Dress Drama

The funny thing about me is that every single thing I do turns out to be an adventure. This weekend I had the 15th birthday party of a friend, Anna. I was one of the 15 girls that dance in the ceremony, all with the same dresses and all. I guess this is a tradition only in Brazil, even though I’m not a huge fan of any type of traditions I accepted being part of her “15 couples” because I really care for her. Well, let’s start from the beginning.

Yesterday I had to do my hair at 3:30PM. My mom and I stopped by to get the dress before going to the hair-salon, and my dress wasn’t ready, the woman told us to call at 5:00 to see if the dress would be done. When I was doing my hair, my mom called and nothing about the dress, the woman said it would only be ready at 7:00-7:30. Remembering that I had to be at the party at 8:00, because the 15 girls had to arrive 1hour to 45min earlier. So my mom told her to give my dress to the birthday girl’s mom because she lives in the same condo. I do. Making it easier to pick up the dress faster so I wouldn’t be so late. Time passed and Alvy arrived to my house at 8:00 because he was going to the party with me. I was still there, anxious and nervous about my dress that didn’t even show signs of existing. I called Victor, Anna’s brother, and asked him to call me when the dress arrived with his mom. After a while he called me and said that the dad of another friend, Bia, was going to take the dress to me in my house. I said okay, even though I felt like there was something wrong. It was 8:30 and I was still waiting for the dress. I called Victor again and he had no idea of what was happening. Poor him, he has nothing to do with dresses and was in the whole confusion. Bia called me and said her dad had just left the dress with me. I told her I was at home all along and no one left the dress with me. All the while she kept insisting that her dad left the dress with Carol Telio. For a moment I felt as if I was losing my mind, I was sure he didn’t stop by to give me the dress and still she was saying he did. The thing is, he went to Victor’s house and there was a woman there that said that the dress was her daughter’s and just took the dress. But her daughter’s dress was still in the store and was arriving. In my opinion, she must’ve thought:”Well, my daughter’s dress isn’t here so I’ll get this one so she can have one.” Not taking in consideration that I would be without a frikin’ dress. My mom called Anna’s dad and asked what would happen next, he said that the dress had fit her and that her dress was arriving and that I was going to use her dress. I was already stressed because a kleptomaniac had gotten my dress. When the other dress arrived and I put it on, honestly, I was so stressed I was capable of jumping on top of the kleptomaniac and rip her clothes off. The girl’s dress was huge on me, I couldn’t even walk because it was so long, my boobs were squished and there was 10cm of clothing hanging on my hip. I called Anna’s mom and said I couldn’t use that dress ever. Well, in the end I got my dress back and the girl got hers. But I’m still pissed, I mean, common’ that boobless, fat, giraffe got my dress and said it fit! She could barely breathe! But not everything’s okay and the party was great. I guess that in the end, what I get from this is that there’s people in the world that tries to take advantage of everyone and everything. But this time, I won, because the kleptomaniac didn’t realize her daughter has an abnormal body. =p

Bad Timing

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It’s amazing how my body has a bad timing. I always tend to get sick when it’s not supposed to. Last week I went to the mall with Eric. He was kinda sick, apparently he passed it to me. That was last last Saturday. On Sunday (last last), I had a headache, normal, since I always have a headache when I put my hair up. I didn’t mention it to my parents, because I promised myself I wouldn’t. My mom is always saying I exaggerate my pain, which is not true, so I said I would never ever mention any thing I was feeling. That promise did not last long. By Monday morning I was almost dying, I tried my best to not tell my mom about my suffering, but that was impossible. I went to school, it was cold and I wasn’t really warm. During the day I was almost dying, I had a headache, I was so so so cold and my neck/eyes/whole body hurt. I stayed until five with Eric. It was very sweet because even with a dying gross girlfriend he stayed there with me. I slept..hehehe When I woke up I was feeling better, only for 5 seconds, then my head started exploding again. I went to the bus, like always the Koreans started attacking me. That was not a good day for me, which was a really bad choice they made to annoy me, I got very stressed and I ended up screaming at a stupid little girl that couldn’t keep her frikin’ mouth shut. I got home, went to bed. I couldn’t stand the idea of light around me. And that was weird, because I am afraid of the dark. I went in my room turned off all lights and laid in bed. Everything was so dark, I think I’ve never seen something so dark, can you see dark?? Because dark is actually the lack of light, so I don’t think I saw dark but actually the lack of light. Okay, I’m going crazy… probably too much science classes… I slept, literally. I woke up the next day at 9am. When I woke up I remembered I had school, I called my mom asking about my bus, which I missed. She told me I wasn’t going to school because I had a fever and she had given me medicine the night before. I couldn’t remember that part. Vacantly, but not much. The only thing I remember is my dad giving me a weird substance to drink. First sip, yeah fine. Second sip… EW! It was so gross but I had to take it, not because he made me but because he tried so hard to do something so I would feel better that I didn’t want to disappoint him. I guess that thing worked because I was actually feeling better. Days passed and I was fine. My throat was hurting a little but not much and like always I had THE headache.

On Friday, at the band practice I just loved my voice! According to the drummer it is the sexy bedroom voice. I guess my voice was that way due to my bad throat and all the sickness I’ve been having the past week. Lucky me the next day, Saturday, was International Day. Did I say lucky me? Now that’s WRONG! Know why? Because Saturday I woke up and my voice disappeared. No normal voice, no sexy bedroom voice no nothing. Where was it when I needed it the most? I started to think that I was being punished because I had complained about my “normal” voice. I started saying sorry and that I loved it. I don’t know if I was saying it to God, or myself, I was just saying it hoping something/someone heard it. When I went to “say” (not really say, because to say something you have to have a voice!) good morning to my folks my mom noticed I was lacking something. She was like: “You’re different…” And I was thinking: “Yeah, wonder what’s different…maybe I’m different because my frikin’ voice decided to runaway right before a show!!” But instead I just nodded. It was then she realized what was going on. I’ve been noticing she’s been very nervous about me singing, even more nervous than I have been. So I decided to act secure of myself and say everything was alright. When it really wasn’t. I whispered:”She (the voice) will come back. I’ve been communicating with her convincing her to come back. It’ll be alright.” I think I was probably trying to convince myself that everything would be just fine. I was in my way to school and my voice still didn’t show up. My mom stopped at a drug store to buy some medicine for my throat trying everything she could to rescue my last chances of doing a good job on my first performance. The guy at the drug store gave this spray. I sprayed it when I was in the drug store, in the car, walking to go in the school, in the school, well, resuming everything I REALLY used that spray! When I got there some friends came to talk to me and I didn’t answer. (Wonder why.) When they realized it, they were all sorry for me and all. That really didn’t make me feel any better. I still have hope that I would end up singing something up there. I walked downstairs hoping I would find Eric. Like always he walked right passed me and didn’t see me. That really gets me stressed. Okay, he says that he is distracted and didn’t see me. Sure. But still, the idea of your boyfriend not noticing you when you there right in front of him bothers me. I “told” him about my voice, and honestly I don’t remember his reaction. He probably said he’s sorry and started laughing. I dunno. Then I went to talk to Alexandre, the guitar guy, he was worried and asked if I could do it. I said yes, even though I wasn’t sure about that. When I went to inform the drum guy about my non-voice he was all happy and excited and started saying: “YEAH! NOW THAT’S THE SEXY BEDROOM VOICE!! OH YEAH THAT ROX BABY!” And I whispered:”No… you don’t understand, there’s no voice at all” And he said I would be fine. I decided to trust him because that was the best thing to do. Just believe everything would be just fine. It was then I had an idea, my mom was always saying to gargle with vinegar and salt for my throat to get better. So I decided to do that. I was actually trying everything to get better. I got Eric and we went after some vinegar. It was pretty awkward going through all the food places asking: “Hi, do you have any vinegar?” And they would say: “Hum.. no… sorry” And look at me as if I’m a freak. I went to the cantina lady and she had some. I asked her to fill up a cup and put some salt. So she did. I was walking to the bathroom to do the gargle and drum guy showed up. It was so funny! He thought it was whisky! Haha I guess he wasn’t the only one because everyone was looking at me strangely. Probably because my mouth was white because of all the vinegar and was kind of drowsy because of my throat and the weird flu I got some days ago. All those symptoms made it look like I was drunk in a school party. When I really wasn’t.

30min before the show the drum guy called me up to his office so we would practice some to make sure I would do fine. When he put the song on and I sang along. Even I admit it was THE sexy bedroom voice. I didn’t know that my voice didn’t come out when I tried to speak but when I made some effort to sing it would come out and sound like a girl that has been on crack and all drugs and been drinking since she was 10. Okay I am exaggerating here, but it was pretty good. On the show it was good too. I went upstage. And before we started the guy that organizes everything said that we had to cut one song off because they were late on the schedule. That kid of pissed me off because in the end we played only two songs and some other band played four! But whatever. I guess for the conditions of my voice it wasn’t that bad. But of course I could’ve done so much better.

Youth Art Show

Yesterday was the Youth Art show. It’s an event in my school for art presentations, such as music, art displays and multimedia presentations. And “my” band presented! And I sang! Okay, now the details about that:

I woke up early because I needed to go to São Paulo. I didn’t really want to go but my parents had to so I went. I don’t even have to mention traffic because it was chaos! It’s amazing how there’s so many cars in that city! We would stay 5min just there, in the middle of that ocean of cars without moving. And then we would move 1cm and then stop again! The good side of that is that I had more time to listen to my iPod. When we finally go out of traffic we went to have lunch. I went to a barbeque a friend of mine was having and my parents went to a restaurant. After that I went to great ice cream place and ate so much ice cream I felt like my organs were frozen!

After that we headed back to Campinas. I was supposed to be in school at 15:00 but since I was in São Paulo I got there at 17:00. I had a headache but since I’ve been having those for like weeks it didn’t really bother me, I got used to it. When I got there Eric, Amadeo and Alexandre was already there. Pam hadn’t arrived yet. Well, the night went on we practiced and bla bla bla. It was when the real time came! The host had announced A Little Bit Bigger (name of the band) we were on stage and the song started playing. My mom had been asking me all day if I was nervous, I said no, because I wasn’t. But now I couldn’t feel my legs and I felt as if I was going to collapse at any time. I tried to look for my friends and my mom and dad but there was this light on my face that kind of blinded me. So I just gave up on looking for them. The song was playing and the time was coming when I would sing. I felt as if I was going to open my mouth and a weird noise was going to come out. Well, I sang and for me it was um.. ok?? I can’t really judge because I couldn’t hear myself. So it was as if I was deaf and I was singing something that I had no idea how it would come out. The show finished. And I went off stage. Eric told me that it was great I was so happy even though I knew that he always kind of exaggerates because after all he’s my boyfriend =D. I went to my friend and they said it was good I was so happy! It wasn’t a disaster. But I still don’t know how it really was, I’m the one who has to judge that. Later on I’ll post the video of the show so all you guys can judge and comment on it.

My Thursday

Correcting myself actually I do have something to blog about. I went to the mall with some friends on Thursday. Let me tell about that:

I was at school in the morning, it was going to be half-day so half the class did not go to school. I had talked to Eric, my boyfriend, the night before and he had said that he wasn’t going to school and that he was going straight to the mall so we could meet there later on that day (12:00am).

So we went to English class, the weird thing is that Ms.Toomey, the English teacher, said that she didn’t know what to do with us because she had not planned that class. So she gave us different options of what we could be doing. The editorial, silent reading, or any other work we had to do. At first I was going to do my editorial so I went to the computer room and logged in the computer. Well, amazingly enough that computer was the one not working. Funny how I always choose the ones that have some sort of problem. So I had to get back to class and do silent reading. Lorraine, Laura, Bia and I were “reading”. Lorraine and Laura were laying down on the “stage” while they read and Ms.Toomey never let us lay down. So when Ms.Toomey entered the room they both sat up very quickly. We kind of made a joke out of it. And Ms.Toomey laughed about it and it was all okay. But one thing she didn’t understand is that certain things are funny the first time and then when you try to do it again it gets pretty annoying, so I was like: Man, cut it out! Well, poor her. She (Ms.Toomey) left the class to go check on the people doing their editorials. It was then I was reading and everything was quiet when suddenly I hear someone barking / chocking on the door. I was Ms.Toomey. She was trying to re-make the joke that she was coming and that they just sit up again. Some people laughed, but I think they were forcing it because it was more bizarre and scary than funny.

Class ended and we had Portuguese next. We went in the room and we were going to have “Aula da Fala”. That is kind of a project that each student gets an article and presents it to the class. Well, we did the project and just like Ms.Toomey, Cida, the Portuguese teacher, didn’t have anything planned for us that class. So she just told us to sit there. Eventually people started chatting. And she was chatting too. I was talking to Eduardo and Bia. Bia and I were laughing when Cida turned and got all stressed at us because we were laughing! OMG!! Woman! Are we supposed to cry then?! We weren’t making any noise, actually we were the students that were more quiet in the class and she was always getting stressed and mad at us. Well, who cares?

We (Bia, Eduardo and I) were talking when Bia tapped Eduardo on the shoulder. For some reason he lost balance and fell of the chair. But he took the chair with him and fell towards a glass cupboard next to him. I thought the glass was going to break and that he would cut his face opened. But he didn’t… I started laughing so hard and I couldn’t stop. I could tell he was very embarrassed because the whole class stopped and looked at him. But I just couldn’t stop laughing, he looked at me with a mad face. If I could I would’ve stopped laughing and helped him up, but I was out of breathe and no matter how hard I tried I just didn’t stop laughing. My stomach even started hurting. He got up and later on he forgave me for my laughing outbreak.

After Portuguese I had gym. Of course I didn’t bring gym clothes because I was going to the mall later that day. So when I got there I told Rodrigo I wasn’t going to do it. He got all stressed up and everything. And then he started saying I was going to get fat and all. Sure for loosing a gym class that last 30min. A lot of people, mostly girls, didn’t do gym class so he was very mad at us. He started letting the girls that they were going to get fat and no boy would look at them. I told him that first I wasn’t going to get fat because I missed his stupid class and second I didn’t want any other boy to look at me except my boyfriend so his meanness wasn’t working for me. And then you know what he did? He turned to me and said that my boyfriend would cheat on me! That something you should not kid around! I almost turned to him and said: Guy look at you. You are almost 50 and still single. You look like an old giraffe loosing its color and becoming gray. You’re so frikin’ ugly that no even desperate trannies will look at you. But of course I did not say that because I wasn’t in the mood for getting in trouble.

After gym I went upstairs to the lockers to get my bag ready. (I was going to the mall with Bia because her mom was giving me a ride.) When I opened my locker I saw a white sheet of paper folded in two. When I opened it I saw a love poem. I remember Eric had told me he was going to write me a poem but how in the world did it get in my locker. He was the only one who knows my code and he didn’t even go to school that day. I told Bia she started joking that Daniel, a dude from my class, had written the poem. And then she said that Eric gave my code to someone to put there. It was crazy.

Well, I got in the shopping mall and decided to call my mom, after all she was also in the shopping mall and I needed to give her my back pack so she could put it in the car. When I could her the woman that works for us answered. I was like: Vanda, why are you with my mom’s cell phone? And she said she forgot her cell phone at home. So I called my aunt who was with my mom at the mall. And guess what?! The cell phone was off!! How was I supposed to find them in the shopping mall!? I was walking through the restaurants with Bia when I heard Eric calling me. He pointed to where my mom was and said he was chatting with them before I came. I don’t even want to imagine what in the world they were talking about. So I went there and gave my mom my bag.

After that all, the friends came, I had lunch… We went to the movies and it all went fine.
It was pretty fun!