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Yo no creo que pueda salir

   I am a person that thinks that everyone should make goals for themselves. I always had some goals I wanted to achieve. My past goal was to enter into Puerto Rico's most advanced high school called Centro Residencal de Oportunidades Educativas de Mayagüez (C.R.O.E.M). This school is specialized in mathematics and sciences. It is a residential school; a school where you actually sleep in.

   Since I heard of it, I fell in love with the idea of being there, even though I knew I was not good at mathematics. After thinking about it, I decided to ask my parents. At first they were surprised at, but then they supported me, so I decided to go ahead and submit my request. A couple of weeks after, they told me that I was accepted! That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I was so happy, I could die.

   Finally that day came, my first day of school. I went to the school, unpacked my things and got to the main school office. The building and the area were very beautiful; everything was so clean and put together. People were studying at every corner. Everything seemed so perfect! It was like a dream come true. I met a lot of people, some of those ones who right now I consider my siblings. The teachers were so nice to my roommates and me too. I felt very welcomed.

  Through the year sometimes I felt like it was too hard for me, but suddenly, I said to myself, ”If I got the opportunity to be here, I can not waste it”. So I decided to go ahead, study and put a lot more effort to what I was supposed to do and I did it, hoping for the best. At the end of the year I graduated with one of the highest grades and with honors! That raised my confidence so much.

   This situation taught me a couple of lessons that now I consider them as fundamental for a better life. It taught me that if you have a goal, you have to go for it, and that when an opportunity arrives, you should not waste it. It also taught me that if you have confidence in yourself, you could go through any tough situation. You have to go ahead, follow your dreams, and beat the obstacles. If did it, I am sure you can.

Vengo de Venezuela y yo vengo de Pensilvana ahora estamos junta cantando de Roxborough en donde vivimos.

De día y de noche celebramos y cantamos se vaya.

Ya..ya lo sabes todo en Roxborough todos son locos.

Pero ahí tiempos que todos se cambian..silenció..oscuro..las calles vacías.

Pero esto es Roxborough en donde vivimos.

Vengo de Venezuela y yo vengo de Pensilvana ahora estamos junta cantando de Roxborough en donde vivimos.

De día y de noche celebramos y cantamos se vaya.

Ya..ya lo sabes todo en Roxborough todos son locos.

Pero ahí tiempos que todos se cambian..silenció..oscuro..las calles vacías.

Pero esto es Roxborough en donde vivimos.

Vengo de Venezuela y yo vengo de Pensilvana ahora estamos junta cantando de Roxborough en donde vivimos.

De día y de noche celebramos y cantamos se vaya.

Ya..ya lo sabes todo en Roxborough todos son locos.

Pero ahí tiempos que todos se cambian..silenció..oscuro..las calles vacías.

Pero esto es Roxborough en donde vivimos.

Personal Essay Draft

I trekked through the forest, my heart racing. It had been raining for about three days straight, but now the sun was out, the trees were webbed with dew, creating a green and yellow canopy against the sky above. Little puddles of mud, and grooves of Nike shoes had made their territory in the trail, I avoided them and layed down my own little bootmarks. The creek was glimmering yet hiding below the steep hill that held out the ridge Poncho and I were treading. Across the river the same miniscule selection of Cobbs Creek park conservation along the polluted river vein.

I hear a little voice, a faint weight, my father's words, in my heart: do not go through this trail ever. But as usual, I never listen. Either my own arrogance, I'm a brat, or I just don't give a crap. The path is long, but not too long. Extensive enough to not be able to see the end halfway through. So you never know what's waiting for you there.

Referring to Poncho as subject, not ownership as always, a fairly sized, lean ivory blonde German Shepherd. Dead on arrival usually by every idiot who ever had a wolf hybrid or dog fear. Peacefully paws on in front of me. At this time in my life, I was pretty clueless has to how much of my love enveloped him. We always had this gentle, innocent, brother sister orb of trust and cooperation between us, that people never understood. Ignorant folk will think that he his a savage wolf that will eat their babies and tear their legs apart. Not that wolves are savage creatures at all, it’s just the mere look in their eyes when they see Poncho and I walking by on the parkway, you can definetly tell what they are thinking. German Shepherds are territorial, yet friendly and have a family guardian mentality. In the case of Poncho Buddy Jones, he has a weird fascination for tiny children, and basically anything who’s height is at eye level or smaller than him. I can’t count all the times I was absolutely embarassed and frightened when he would go darting after another dog, or even a little child. I notice he would never ever hurt them, he’d dart and then sniff and treat them gently. It took me a long time to learn to just let him socialize with other dogs, and mammals, because I know I cannot control him. But in this episode, luckily, we weren’t on the parkway, we were in the trails, partly a reason I chose to go this way. Luckily?

We had reached the turning point of the trails, the turning point being the halfway. The halfway, where you can’t look and see all the way forward, and you can’t look and see all the way back. It’s kinda steamy, I look across the other side of the creek, and my heart jolts. I hear a creak, and crepid disturbance in the branches.

SNAP!!

Poncho is unaware sniffing at some mud imprints. I am on full alert. If this was a cartoon my hair would probably be standing up in the air. If I had a tail it would be erect on my back. If I was a cat my claws would be engaging in the soil for dear life, and my back arched and frisked in some middle eastern pose to calibrate the flexibility.

And between the leaves hidden, behind the bushes, almost painted, a white tail cocked on grey hind legs and hips. I flashback. I remember another time where this must have happened before. I know what it is. But I am not sure. I am still scared. My heart is still pulsing,and my shaken instincts telling me to go back, as if to leave the building at the peak of a terremoto.

A few more appear, unfortunately I can only see their backs. The grey hind legs and the white whisping standing tails. I turn around with, yanking gentled yet briskly on poncho’s leash, and we rush back out of the trails and into the park.

I sit here now, and muse over a previous time when this happened. It was about midday, it was past snow, and I was going through the trails from the community center. It was my first time doing this. But I remember seeing the same running hind legs, and I remember running for my life. Petrified, thinking they were wolves.

But they were dear, and merely that. Not wolves, and not dangerous. Harmonious creatures I’d say. And at that day, going back home through the park, I realized I had merely nothing but a shadow of fear created in me, to be fearful of.

At this present moment United States are dealing with the economic crisis. It is unknown where this dilemma will lead to whether its another depression or a positive turn around. With that being said I think the decade 1990-2000 hit its peak the only next step is to decrease in the following years. 

My partner and I both decided we wanted to make our project visually unique. We both talked about different possible ideas. We went back and forth and together we had chosen the monopoly game board. We were very exciting about our idea and could not wait to see its turn out.

In agreement with my partner the most challenge part was graphing our data in a creative way. We tried to present our data in many different ways but none of them worked out in the way we wanted them to. So with limited time we made a bar graph with monopoly hotel pieces to represent the numbers. 

I would change nothing because we took a chance with this project. We did something never done or seen before.  I love our monopoly board game and proud of its outcome!

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