Cambios De Colegio

Five years ago, I remember myself down on my knees in front a Jesus portrait feeling ashamed and confused, “Why I have to feel ashamed for this?” I asked myself one more time. Yes, I've been there alot of times before for many minor things. I wanted to run away from that place, I felt in a jail instead of a school.

A traditional, private, religious-educational center, controlled by nuns;Mater Salvatoris Caracas, that was the prison, I mean my school. Only girls could study there, so picture what it looks like; caddying girls everywhere. I can't think different or been different, unless Iwanted to be minimized by other girls. That was the 2007-2008 school year, the year when I gave up. Things go hard that year, I was starting high school so it was a big change new classrooms, newsubjects, well was not that bad until my stepfather and my grandpa were diagnosed with cancer that was the moment when all went down. My grades in the school began to fall, because I could notconcentrate, the girls made fun of me for being different and the hard times in my house immersed me into a depression. My parents received many citations from school because I misbehaved toward many jokes andrunning away from school. Really, I felt that I wanted to run away and just scream and beg for everything to be ok. There wasn't a single night that I didn't cried, telling myself many times, “I haveto be brave, things are going to be ok.

One day something inside told me to talk with my mom about everything, that was the start of the change. I explained everything to her, and I felt so happyand so calm because nobody understands me like my mom. I remembered she said in the best way, “You should do what makes you happy, because living with pain isn't life," I decided to look for anotherschool, so I asked my sister about her school and I loved what she said about it. I remember that since that day I started to picture myself in the other school, Valle Abierto. Months keep going and...