Autobiographical Incident

I was so happy that day. Just hanging with about twenty friends in a mall. We had just watched a really good movie and everything seemed just perfect. We were walking, seeing the stores in the mall. Telling jokes, talking about life, about love, really having a good time.

One of my friends told me, “Hey let’s paint our hair.”

I said, ” Ok let’s do it!”

So we bought the paint in a shop and we were walking toward the bathrooms. When we got there the girls told us they would paint it to us only if we entered the girl’s bathroom. When I heard this I said no because it would be very unpleasant to the other girls in the bathroom. But my friend entered and the girls painted his hair.

“Everything went good to him” , I thought.

But eventhough I still didn’t wanted. Now came one of the things I have studied a lot of times in sociology: peer pressure. For the people that doesn´t know what this is, is when a friend persuades you to do something you don’t want to do. Everyone started to say, “No nothing will happen”, or, “Don`t be a girl.” So finally everyone convinced me and I entered.

I was very uncomfortable while my friend was painting my hair because other girls entered the bathroom and each of them looked me with a disgusting face, like if I was a pervert or an alien. Something in my inside was saying don’t do that! But unluckily I didn’t followed my instincts.

Suddenly one of my friends entered the batrhoom and said, “Jorge get out of there because the police of the mall is coming!”

Oh my God! I was just freaked out! I didn’t knew what to do because if they saw me running from the bathroom they would think I was escaping, but if I stayed the would do me something bad! So I decided to “hide” behind a wall.

Suddenly the cops entered and I was surrounded by two of them. They told me, “What the f%&$/ are you doing in here! We are going to punch you and hit you a lot!”

From this point now everything felt like a dream. It was like in one of those movies were a person is begging for his life. Also I knew there was no returning from that point. My head was thinking fast and I couldn’t stop my heart from beating, it was beating as hard as when I hammered a nail into wood.

The cops were still threatening me about kicking my butt and to do bad things to me. Also they were insulting me with whatever they could thought of, from, ” You are an fu%$ id$&%&$,” to, ” You are a women because you were painting your hair.”

They were threatening me so much that I started to bribe them. I said, “Please let’s just talk! It was an accident, I didn’t thought the things well. Please forgive me. I can give you my cellphone, all my money, whatever you want just let me go!”

They didn’t even heard me, they were occupied threatening me and insulting me.

At this point I thought that if I didn’t defended they could really kill me. So I was just gathering courage to fight with two cops full of sticks and wepons.

“Hey wait! Don’t be stupid Jorge! They could kill you in two seconds!”, I thought, ” It’s better to just see what happens and if they attack I fight back.”

It passed about five more minutes, I can really tell because every second felt like a lifetime, and the cop in charge came. He took me to the bathroom of the boys and started to make questions like, “What´s your name? Where do you live? Who are your parents?”

I said to all this questions the same, ” I can´t answer that questions because I don´t know you.” But he just keept asking the same questions over and over.

Finally my heroe came! A mom from one of my friends came saying that she was my mom. What a relief it was for me! She took me as rapidly as she could from there. I just got out of that place and I started to cry. It was all just so traumatic. I thought I was near of death, but thanks to God I was safe now.

I couldn’t stop shivering and crying. A friend and the mother of another friend took me downstairs and bought me a coke. My friend started telling me that they were trying to enter the bathroom but there were two big cops in the door. He was just so sorry and scarred too.

I called my dad and he came directly. The moment he came I could see the determination and anger in his ayes, he would fight to death if necessary to defend me. We walked toward the cop in charge and started to talk about what happened. At the end my father said to him he would bring his lawyers against those coops and against the mall. Also that he wanted those coops fired from this moment on. We went back home.

I cried a little more time and bathed. When I finished bathing I was more relaxed and I just slept.

The next day I realized that the worst thing of this experience was that the stupid paint did not painted my hair! But well I learned a lot of good things from this experience: Never enter the girl’s bathroom, never say yes to peer preassure, and finally never buy a cheap hair painter, they will never work.

The only good thing that happened to me from this experience was that the mall gave me 1000 quetzales, which I spend them in clothes!

Reading and writing

I read like between 5 and 3 books per year. I read books of adventure and fantasy, like Lord of the Rings, books of history, like the life of Julius Cesar, and books of action, like Angels and Demons.

Yes, I love to read because in reading you become the character. It was like if you were living someone else’s life. Also when you are reading you imagine things the way you want, not like in movies that are already showing you how it is.

I’m a good reader because first of all and most important I love to read. It is something that is a passion for me. Also because I read more books than many of my peers. Also I am a good reader because I get in the position of the character, meaning I concentrate a lot in the reading.

In my home I read for pleasure when I have time. But most of the time I am reading to study or to make a homework.

One of my favorites is Julius Cesar because I have always loved history and wars. Also because his story was very interesting. Another of my favorites is Angels and Demons because it is full of action and maintains you in stress. Finally, Lord of the Rings because it combines what I love a lot, wars of the past, and a world full of fantasy.

I write all the days in school and at home. This is not something I do for pleasure because I mostly write when I have to study or make a homework. I have tried to write for pleasure some times and I made it very well but I don´t have the time and patience for it.

Not very much because is something that takes too much time. One time I wrote a story and it was very good. The thing is that I can only write when I have really nothing to do.

I am a good writer because I write in an interesting way, but in another part I am not very good because I don´t have the time and patience to do it. So I am an average writer.

At home I have to write in my homework. Only one time I have written for pleasure. Mostly I have to write to make my homework.

The only time I have written I wrote a story. I really liked it because was my first writting and it was a very interesting and full of action story.

This is two things are one of the most important things in life because they develop and train your brain. Also reading and writing could lead in thinking ways you had never thought before. Another thing is that you could see the different points of view and opinions about people. In writing you could have an idea of what are your own values, thoughts, and idea of life. For this and many reasons more literature and writing are important.

Extra Points: Do you think we worship celebrities today, not heroes?

I think people now days make instead of heroes, celebrities. Even when one person saves another one he is known more like some kind of celebrity than what he really is: a heroe. This is something, I think, bad because a heroe is someone respected for the good things he does. Instead, celebrities are known just for their scandals, their good-looking face and bodies, how they acted, how do they dress, how they singed, rather than good things they do for the society. This is teaching something bad to society because it teaches everyone to behave in a bad way and always get what you wan’t, without taking importance of the means. Instead, heroes teaches us good values, like honesty, value, bravery, patience, and many more. So I believe there should be more heroes in this world and less celebrities.

Fight between Beowulf and Grendel

It was a cold, dark night. I was so bloodthirsty and with a lot of hunger. I was seeking for my next victims so I could tear their flesh off. What seemed strange was that these fool humans were doing a party again in that neat hall. That was weird because they stopped using it after all the people I killed. But I don’t care I will eat again their flesh.

I entered their hall and everyone was sleeping. I grabbed one of the soldiers and teared him appart. I ate him and continued my search for more blood and flesh. I saw this human that looked very strong. So i walked toward him and grabbed him. I tried to kill him but I couldn’t! This was amazing. I was fighting with him grabbed by our arms. He was the strongest adversary I have ever had. Suddenly I felt strength was leaving me. So I tried to run but it was impossible. That strong man grabbed me with a chain but I continued running. I was crossing the door when suddenly my arm got trapped. This was because the strong man closed the door and my arm was trapped. He started to hit the door harder and harder until with one blow he ripped my arm. This was the most horrible pain I have ever had. I started running but I was just too tired, filled with pain. I was leaving a trail of blood behind me.

Finally I came to home. I crawled back to the mud and water, desperate o get this pain off me. Now I wasn’t just filled with blood, but also with water and mud. I didn’t wanted to live any more. I was just waiting for death to come and take me away. I feel everything is fadding. I really just don’t want to suffer any more. But now I just can see very well, I just see fire and desesperation up ahead.

Who am I?

Who am I? This is a question sometimes even I don’t know. Im sure I am a human being who thinks, feels, and acts. But the real question is how do I think, feel, and act. I could say I am most of the time hyperactive and extroverted. This is only a part of me because I have many parts. In one of my other parts I am a timid. This part of me happens mostly when I am sleepy or when I have had a very bad day. But before all I am a human being, a human being that loves God. A human being that beleives in justice and in equal rights for all the human beings in the world. A human being that really loves and enjoys life.  That thinks life is more than just living it, it is living it to its fullness. Surely the most of you will ask how do I know I am living my life at its fullness and there is a simple and very wonderful response: you only have to share with others your friendship, your love, and always the best part of you.  You will see that when you do this you will become even a better human being.