Hello steemit community
My last bell was June 20, 2017: I woke up at 5:50 am with the same sound of my alarm that I have been listening for 6 years, if 6. I repeated 1 year for immaturity in the end. Leaving my house at 6:55 walking the same calls as always, seeing the same people who are going to work and cat the catire I always greeted. I arrived at the school with the thrill of it being the last day that I would go to that "jail". That they were not going to call me by my last name which irritates me a lot and that I did not have to see him any more the face of that detestable French teacher. I felt nostalgia and emotion at the same time. I that nostalgia that sent by the echo of what after graduating last time I would see my colleagues since, many will leave From the country, universities and universities will be moving away. Finally the time arrives at 12:50 pm that last bell rings and we all run away throwing all the papers that we had accumulated of all those years of studies. We run, sing, dance and cry. Then we met to make ¨ PLI¨ PROMOTION FIFTY-ONE
My favorite teacher of English Jorge Ornelas
Graduation
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The little group behind
The Big Day: Graduation
It was a very important day for me, since on July 21, 2017 my graduation
My friend of the proceres Gerymar Guevara
My parents and grandmother attended this beautiful day. Missing a lot of my sister and aunt but unfortunately they could not attend because they are abroad
All fellow humanities A and some professors
At the end of graduation my mom took me to eat a rich sweet of TIRAMISU
My caravan.
Well this day was a little crazy but the great pass with my colleagues and thanks to my dad who lends me his car
Fiesta: at the end of the caravan we meet to enjoy a while