Community Service

This year, my Personal Development and Relations (PDR), teacher gave us 20 hours of Community Service as our final exam. So for the past few weeks I've been going on Mondays to teach some little kids English with Santiago, Fernanda and Agus. Our conversations on the car ride to the school usually start with Agustina announcing that shes going to sleep and to wake her before getting there. Then some weird topic comes up and Agustina doesnt go to sleep, while I have to sit in the back seat of the car with Santiago. The car has two front seats, three seats in the middle, (where the back of a usual car would be )and two seats the back, which usually takes up some space of the trunk. While Agustina and Fernanda are in the middle they leave me stuck in the back with Santiago and all of his weirdness. I entertain myself by bothering Santiago, which always ends with him yelling at me. In the end Agustina doesn't fall asleep and tells us that next time she will.
But, this past Monday was different. Since we had to go in a different car, a smaller car, the seating was arranged in the following way. Santiago in the passenger seat and Fernanda, Agustina, Agustinas' mom and me in the back seat. The car ride went as always until Fernanda looked out the window and yelled out " Que asco!" which ruffly translates to "YUCK!". This obviously made everyone stop talking and look out of the window. Unfortunately for me there was a bus blocking my view. When she knew no one had realized what she was talking about she told us that she had just seen a man pooping on the street. This made everyone in the car say the same as she had few moments before.
From then on everything else that happened wasn't as exciting. We got to the school, waited for the kids for about half an hour. We taught them colors in English and then played some games with them. Its safe to say that it was a fun car ride.

The best text message ever made

Hello,
My name is Camila Nieto and I'm a candyholic. My 30 days program told me to send this text message to my dearest best friend to whom I haven't talked to in hmmm who knows how long! Also since I have no messages to movistar and this is going to cost my parent, to whom I'm mad at this instant, I will send it. When they kill me I allow you to publish on facebook that I'm dead
Love,
Camila

From: Me, Camila Nieto
To: Sophia N.

Reason it was made: I was being neglected by my parents while they where playing their favorite sport, Golf.
This is what you get when I have you on my contact list and I'm bored out of my mind

Harrasment

My friend Fernanda tried to open a hole in my hand. Why? For telling her that there was a hole in the back of her pants, right where your butt is. She went to the bathroom to check if it was true. When she saw that there was no hole she came back to the computer lab and proceeded to harass me. I wouldn't stop talking so she aggressively told me to shut up. I hate when people tell me that so I responded by telling her to make me shut up. Fernanda, being the aggressive person she is, tried to cover my mouth I then pushed my thumb nail into the back of her hand. When she did the same to me I pressed my nail harder. This is when she told me that she was going to make a hole in my hand. I pressed my nail harder into her skin and she then back off. My hand is hurting like hell right now and there is a scab where she attempted to open my hand. Now she is seeing the rank of tennis players in the world while trying to find a blog to follow.

Yesterday after posting my Spring Break post my friend, Santiago, posted a new post. Like always he asked me to see the post, just to get more views on his page. When I entered his blog I realized my name was in the title. When I read the blog I realized that he was talking about what we did in lunch. We attempted to sing Diane Warwick songs.
I was surprised that he had mentioned me in his blog since all he ever seems to mention about in his blog is Fernanda or Sophia. So when I said I was so happy that I had made it in his blog (sarcastically) he thought that I was jumping up and down and going to my roof to yell out to the whole world that I was in his blog. He wrote in his blog that I was crying because I had been mentioned in his blog. Just to get it clear, I couldn't care less if he did or didn't write about me in his blog.

Spring Break

This past week was Spring Break. For the first few days I had nothing to do. My parents decided to mess my whole Friday night by buying tickets to another show of the Iberoamerican Theater Festival. This time it was an Opera from China. I was really tired that day so before even gettin to the theater I fell asleep in the car. I woke up getting to the theater by my dad pressing the brake making me almost fall out of the car seat. My dad didn't realize this since I wasn't totally awake as to react to the incident. We got to the theater forty-five minutes early. Yipee! We went to the Cafeteria sat there for about thirty minutes doing absolutely nothing. When we went inside the theater I realized that the chairs where more comfortable than the chairs we had for the tango show. This wouldn't help me stay awake later on. i was happy when I realized the chairs were set so that the chairs in the back part, where I was, were higher than the ones in front. So no heads would keep me from seeing the show. Fortunately this was the case but during the show I couldn't keep my attention away from the ladies who where in front of me. Why you ask? They kept on laughing at the most inappropriate moments. This Opera showed two different stories of Chinese culture. The first story talks about a husband having to kill his wife because his father-in-law had killed his father. It was like a Soap Opera. In the end of the story she kills herself so her husband doesn't have to feel the guilt. When it got to the point were the wife was telling her Husband to do a set of things after she died I noticed that the woman in front of me and the one at her side were cracking up. This was the point where the show lost my attention and I just wouldn't help looking at the ladies with a WTF expression on my face. When the wife killed herself in the show the ladies in front of me laughed even more. All I could think was why in the world is a suicide funny? When the story ended my attention was back to the Opera. At least that was what I thought. After about five minutes the next story came on. It talked about a monkey king or prince that entered a palace and ate all the peaches of youth. That kept my attention for about six minutes. After those six minutes I noticed that my eyes were heavy. Before I knew it I was doing what my mom does in the car at night. Unconsciously nodding my head up and down. I know it sounds weird but let me explain. When we nod down it because we are sleeping a little bit, then somehow we notice that we are sleeping so you move our head up to at least try to keep your eyes open. I kept on doing this for like twenty minutes and then someone on stay started singing in a high pitched sound. That took me from my trance and made me alert. At that moment I saw that my mom was doing the head thing. After the sound went away I started reading the subtitles to see in what part the story was in. Yes, the opera was in Chinese. After the show, when we where in the car, I admitted that I had fallen asleep in the middle of the show. My mom admitted it too and my dad told us about the guy who was seated in front of him. He told us that the man in front of him was moving a lot in his chair which made my dad impatient and that took his attention from the show. Great, no one in my family can pay attention to an opera. The next day we went to another show. his one was at five o'clock which meant I couldn't do anything that day. I went to do some errands with my parents and we got to the theater at four o'clock. Besides the fact that I was bored it was cold outside and there was horse poop in some places. I just love being next to horse poop don't you? At 4:45 the guy at the door tells us that the show isn't at five but at six. Isn't THAT great. Aside from that, my dad was mad at my mom and at me for being sarcastic and saying that being an hour before is so helpful since people could steal our seats, o wait the seats are numbered. My mom kept on telling my dad that there was time to get coffee and if he thought there was a coffee shop nearby. My mom gets cranky and sleepy if she doesn't have her coffee. Fortunately we got inside at 5:15.
We went to our seats and my dad bought some popcorn and some drinks. After ten minutes he wasn't made at us anymore and proceeded to show off his math skills and tell us how many people could fit into that theater. At some point of the conversation my dad started bothering telling me that I was going to study what he had studied. Engineering or something like that, I cant remember. After about ten minutes of me being sarcastic with me the show finally started. This was the best show of the ones I saw. It was dancing suspended in the air. It had different styles of dance. Since it was also an Argentinian production it had tango. After the show we went back to my house and then I went to my friend Agustina's house for her birthday. I finished the Last Song on Sunday. On Monday I packed my bags because on Tuesday I was going to Girardot. My friend Sophia came with us to Girardot. She had to spend the night on Monday because the next day we were leaving at five in the morning. On Tuesday we left to Girardot and got there at midday. The drive from Bogota to Girardot is about three hours long but we had to go to my granddad's house for two hours to wait for my mom who left at seven with my aunt.
When we got there I called the master suite but my parents took it from us. Luckily the room we got had the best air conditioner, a fan and a T.V. Sophia and I went to walk around the place but came back twenty minutes later because we were going down town. Sophia couldn't walk a lot because she had a cast on. She injured her foot playing soccer. After we got back to the house we turned on the T.V and started watching Jersey Shore. We got obsessed with the show. The next day we tanned and read our books for English. At night we ate pizza and watched a new episode of Jersey Shore. My aunt, my moms sister, was supposed to come and sleep in our room but somehow we locked the door. I for once don't remember locking it but my other aunt, my dads sister, made me feel guilty. We tanned some more, finished our books, and went for a walk around the neighborhood. At night we saw "Quiero Mi Boda". A MTV reality shore following an engaged couple and filming their plans for the wedding. I personally think that doing a reality show about your wedding, being it newly-weds or about to wed, is putting a curse on your wedding. Those couples always end up breaking-up or divorcing. That night my moms sister didn't sleep in our room, I think she got scared of getting locked out again, but my dads sister slept in our room. She had realized that out room was the only room, besides my parents room, with an air conditioner. Once she was settled in, Sophia and I started laughing at everything. Since it was April Fools I put on my facebook status that I was moving. Then Sophia and I started "fighting" on my status. I think one of my friends, Elvira, still thinks that I'm moving. I'm not telling her that I'm staying until June. While my aunt was trying to sleep I thought that Sophia needed to know something. I whispered to her
" You do know she believes in aliens right?" She believes in weird stuff including aliens. That's when we started joking around. The worst part of that was that in the morning, around two or three, I heard a weird sound and got scared. Then at around eight Sophia started speaking in her sleep. I kept on kicking her so she would stop. It worked for about a minute but then she started again. When i finally fell asleep again Sophia decides to wake me up just to show me that my aunt had left her book on her bed. The book talked about aliens and other stuff. When we opened it we started looking at the pictures. I don't even wanna know what they were explaining. All I know is that they were weird. That day we did the same thing as always. Tan and read other books. At Night my aunt decided to sleep in the lower bunk. Once again Sophia and I started joking around. I started changing the channels. When i put on Warner Brothers they were showing a movie. The Lord of the Rings. I'm not sure which of the three it was but it was the one with the weird elf thing. The one that say "My Precious" to the ring. Sophia hates that movie so I went to change the channel. When my aunt saw what movie it was she said " Lets see it". I wrote on my phone " Your F-ed up. She wants to see the Lord of the Rings." She then wrote back " What does she believe in Hobbits too?" We started laughing again and didn't shut up until twelve. there was an electrical storm that night so the light kept going out. When my aunt realized that the air had shut down she turned on the lights and woke us up. It was two in the morning. Not only did she wake us up but she did something to the air and made it beep for five minutes. When the beeping stopped and we were going back to sleep it began again. Somehow I made it stop and turned the fan on. Sophia, knowing my aunt was awake, put on a UFO sound from her cellphone. We laughed but then realized that my aunt was already sleeping. The following morning we went outside to tan. There where clouds blocking the sun so we didn't put on sunscreen. Once the sun started coming out I put on sunscreen, Sophia didn't. We then packed up and left to Bogota. When we stopped to eat I realized Sophia was red and not tanned. She burned her whole body but, she didn't feel the burn. Yet. After eating I went to the bathroom with Sophia and put Aloe Vera all over her back. The funny part about it was that people first looked at Sophia because of her cast and then continued to stare at her because of her tan. When we got back to Bogota we left Sophia at her house and went straight home. On Sunday we stayed home and went to our last show of the Festival. It was a circus from Canada. It was really good. That was what I did in Spring Break. If I disappointed you by not doing anything that qualified for a Wild on moment remember, I didn't go to Cancun go read someone Else's blog for those moments.

Sophia's Failed Tan