hi you guys, I tell you that I stopped working on these essays for a bit because I was going nuts. lol.
this morning I revised this essay to see if there was something I could add or change and I decieded to add more descriptions and I change the begining. let me know if you think itīs ready because I am kind of already late to present it. Thanks.
When I was a little younger, I always wondered why people seemed to appreciate their mistakes, why when someone asked them what they would change about their lives, they answered with great wisdom that they wouldnīt change anything. I remember I thouhgt "there has to be something they regret they did and wish to change" but as I grew older, I learned that people say that because when you take responsability of the error that you made, you see beyond the whole situation and you find that youīve learned something. There is a feeling that grows inside you and says "you know what happens if you repeat it, so donīt". However I still think that no matter how much you learn from a mistake, there must be one that you dream to change.
I recall that we visited at least six schools and none received the nod from me. For that reason my parents demanded me to attend to any school they wanted regardless of my opinion. They enrolled me to a truly awful primary school nearby our home, I didnīt like it of course, but what I thought wasnīt really a matter to them.
Without question, school first days become unforgettable. As soon as I entered my uneasiness showed itself. The four-floor building with Its faded beige-brown painting and its streaked walls reminded me of the horrifying primary school shown in the film "Matilda", which aroused sadness and discouragement instead of joy and excitement.
Its inside looked passable, The play field was significantly large, the classrooms owned a proper decoration and the teachers gave the impression of being kind. Although the impact wasnīt as big, you still envisaged Mrs. Trunchbullīs appearance and her terrifying discipline. The week had awful results for me because I knew niether the people nor the setting.
The remembrance of my behaviour during the first weeks still causes me to chuckle and brings a slight blush to my cheeks. I recall that for almost two weeks I sat on the floor next to the teacherīs desk looking like a troubled boy. After some days, she had me sit with the other kids and made an effort to help me break the ice with them. That was when I met him. He was as tall as me, his straight hair was like dark-blonde-brown hair, he was very friendly and I guess very popular as well. I will always retain in my mind and appreciate his gesture. Out of all the children there, he talked to me first.
He asked why I sat on the floor for all those days, and I told him that I just felt it ok there, he replied, "ok", and he asked me, Do you want to play? I said "yes" and we began to fool around. It meant so much that he showed careless about me sitting on the floor like a silly boy. that facilitated my adjustment and well I managed to stay at the school.
We did everything together after that, like a dynamic duo. We played during the break, and in the classroom every assignment we were given, we would do it together or I also used to go to his house after classes to play. We had awesome times together and we remained very good friends for a long time. Sometimes we argued due to my egoism, I didnīt like to lend my school supplies and I was actually kind of annoying about that, but it all meant nothing seconds later. Eventually other more annoying issues in between, got us apart.
A very unpleasant and undesirable year ended. By that time we would only greet each other, the talk between us seemed no talk at all. Despite that, I still thought of him as a close friend. The construction of the school by my neighborhood finished and all my friends in the block started to make plans on how great it was going to be being all together at school, we were done with primary school and closer to high school. I began to recall the lonelyness, and dislike of my prior school year, so I determined to withdraw my enrollment and attend to another school.
Indeed, throughout the next years I lived through wonderful experiences that I was sure I will forget but I often wonder whether it was my fault that our friendship prevailed unfixed because I didnīt keep in touch. Then it comes to my mind that almost a year and a half later after I left, when we saw each other again, niether of us tried to say hello, perhaps the moment filled of awkwardness, or maybe he didnīt want to get in touch anymore. That situation provokes restlessness in my mind because it upsets me to see, how you pass by someone you knew, like you had never met. For that reason if I were given the option to go back in time and change the moment I saw him again, I would take it as awkward as it might be, because friends like him cannot be easily found, and I donīt want to feel that I was the one who messed our friendship up.
Sometimes, certain circumstances drive us to our limits and make us think that we will explode, but then we are offered a chance to evade the explosion and we opt for it without thinking that maybe later we will second-guess that chance and may want to modify it.
To conclude, making decisions no matter whether we feel certain about it or not, is not entirely terrible, mainly if later we discover that we did a mistake because the important fact is that we will be able to acknowledge it and take responsibility on it. In my opinion that means matureness on us. However every personīs wishes and decisions vary and I consider that if we really resent something we did in the past and it has affected our lives, then using a time-travel machine to go back and modify it, would not be wrong, plus if such action will improve one personīs daily life, then so be it. Satisfied and undisturbed people is what this society needs. It all depends on the decision and how it affects the person.